LOGINCorwin’s warning sent a quiet, careful wave of suspicion rippling through the entire palace, though no one, Gianna included, wanted to believe that a traitor could have been living among them undetected for so long, moving through familiar corridors, perhaps sitting at tables during meals, watching and listening while everyone around them remained entirely oblivious.“We investigate carefully,” Nolan said that first evening, gathering Elmund, Gianna, and Fenna together in his study once Corwin had been stabilized enough to leave in the healers’ careful supervision. “No accusations without proof. I won’t have innocent servants and guards living under suspicion simply because of a single, admittedly urgent, warning.”“Agreed,” Elmund said. “But we also can’t afford to dismiss this entirely. Corwin’s own power was significant enough to resist most ordinary threats. For something to strike him this precisely, this effectively, whoever orchestrated it needed exact knowledge of his location
Weeks passed under Fenna’s strict, careful supervision, each ritual session conducted with precise transparency now, every exchange of energy monitored and recorded, the uneasy trust between Gianna and Corwin replaced entirely by professional necessity. Despite the lingering tension, the progress itself was undeniable. Luna’s protective mark had grown steadily brighter and more defined with each passing session, the faint symbol that had once been barely visible against her tiny wrist now clearly etched, pulsing with a soft, steady golden light that seemed to grow more vibrant with every completed ritual.Nolan continued watching Corwin’s every move throughout this entire process, his earlier trust never fully restored despite the old man’s apparent cooperation with their newly imposed conditions. He attended nearly every session himself, standing silently near the doorway, his gaze sharp and unwavering, cataloging every word Corwin spoke, every gesture he made during the increasingly
Gianna arrived at Corwin’s quarters moments after Nolan’s confrontation had already begun unraveling the truth, drawn by the raised voices echoing down the corridor, her heart pounding as she caught the tail end of what had clearly become a serious accusation.“What’s happening?” she demanded, stepping into the room to find Nolan standing rigid with fury, Corwin looking considerably more subdued than she’d ever seen him.“Tell her,” Nolan said, his voice carrying barely controlled anger. “Tell her exactly what you’ve been doing with these rituals.”Corwin’s eyes lifted to meet Gianna’s, and something in his expression carried the weight of genuine, reluctant confession. “The rituals,” he said slowly, “serve a dual purpose that I haven’t been fully transparent about. They strengthen Luna’s protections, yes, exactly as I’ve explained. But they also strengthen whoever performs them alongside her, drawing on the connection between the Dawnbringer and whoever assists in weaving her protect
Weeks passed in careful, demanding routine as Corwin guided Fenna and several other skilled Fae healers through the painstaking process of learning ancient protective rituals, each session requiring hours of preparation, precise understanding of symbols and incantations most of them had never encountered before, and an exhausting attention to detail that left everyone involved drained by evening.Nolan watched the progress carefully, though his focus gradually shifted from scrutinizing Corwin's teaching methods toward something closer to home, something that worried him far more directly.Gianna had grown noticeably distant over those passing weeks, spending increasingly long hours shut away in their private study, surrounded by the thick, ancient texts Corwin had brought with him from his travels, poring over faded pages filled with symbols and languages she barely understood, desperate to absorb every possible fragment of knowledge about her daughter's extraordinary destiny."You sh
Gianna held Luna’s small wrist carefully between her fingers, tracing the faint, glowing symbol with a mixture of horror and disbelief, the markings impossibly delicate, barely visible against her daughter’s soft skin. She had checked Luna every single day since her return from Vaelthorn, examining every inch of her small body obsessively, terrified of missing any sign of danger. Yet this particular mark had somehow escaped her notice entirely, appearing without warning sometime within the past few days.“It wasn’t there before,” Gianna said again, her voice tight with growing panic. “I would have noticed. I check her constantly, Corwin. How could I have possibly missed something like this?”“The mark grows slowly at first,” Corwin explained gently, “faint enough that even careful observation might overlook it entirely during its earliest stages. It wouldn’t have been visible even a week ago, I suspect. It only becomes noticeable once it’s advanced far enough along its natural progres
“What do you mean, worse intentions?” Nolan pressed, his hand instinctively moving closer to where his sword hung at his side, every instinct honed through months of danger now fixed sharply on this stranger sitting before him.Corwin met his gaze steadily, understanding evident in his expression for the caution being directed at him. “Dawnbringers are sometimes hunted,” he said, “not simply for the blood or power contained within their bodies, the way men like the fallen king pursued your daughter. There are forces, older and far more patient, that seek something else entirely. They seek to corrupt a Dawnbringer’s power completely, to twist it from its intended purpose as protector and guide, turning it instead into a weapon capable of destruction beyond anything you could imagine.”“That’s a frightening claim,” Gianna said carefully, “but you offer nothing to support it beyond your own word, Corwin. Forgive me if I’m hesitant to simply accept such a warning without further proof.”“
Chapter FourCyrus and Pietra said goodbye at the door for four full minutes.Gianna watched from inside the carriage through the small window, arms crossed, expression blank.Pietra had both of Cyrus's hands in hers. She was looking up at him saying something – Gianna couldn't hear it and honestl
Chapter ThreeGetting out of bed took longer than it should have.Evelyn hovered the entire time – hands half-raised, ready to catch her – while Gianna moved carefully, testing each step like she was walking on ice. The lump on her skull had softened slightly overnight but the unpleasant headache
Gianna turned around slowly.Nolan was still standing by the window, his expression unreadable in the firelight."You found him," she said."I did.""Who was it?""A council member named Broderick. He holds a seat in the lower chamber and oversees trade regulations for the outer markets."Gianna fr
Chapter FiveThe King didn't look at her again.He moved to the head of the table, sat, and the entire banquet resumed around him, everyone pretending the last five minutes had been completely normal.Gianna walked back to their seats with Cyrus's hand clamped around her elbow the entire way.He l







