LOGIN"Tell me now," Gianna said, glancing briefly toward the stables where Elmund and the guard continued their final preparations, aware that every passing minute delayed her departure further. "Whatever it is, Corwin, I don't have time left for more secrets kept until the last possible moment."Corwin's expression carried genuine guilt at this, and he nodded slowly, apparently understanding the weight of his own repeated pattern of delayed revelations throughout their entire acquaintance. "You're right," he said. "I should have told you from the very beginning, when I first explained the ritual's purpose. I simply hoped, perhaps foolishly, that we might find another way, that this particular detail wouldn't ultimately become necessary.""Tell me," Gianna repeated, firmer this time.Corwin drew a steadying breath. "Completing the resealing ritual properly," he said, "requires more than simply Luna's power alone, properly guided at the correct location. The ancient texts suggest it require
The flickering barrier haunted Gianna's thoughts through the remainder of that sleepless night, and by morning, exhausted but resolute, she had arrived at a decision that had been slowly building within her ever since Corwin's revelation about the mirror's necessity."We need stronger knowledge than what Corwin or Sable's heirlooms can provide," she said, gathering everyone once more in the study as dawn light spilled weakly through the windows. "Something older. More complete.""What are you suggesting?" Nolan asked, dark circles evident beneath his eyes from the exhausting night they'd all endured."There's supposedly an elder," Gianna said, turning to Sable, who had remained at the palace throughout the night assisting with the barrier's emergency reinforcement, "the last surviving member of the original Fae community that existed before the great persecution centuries ago. Someone rumored to still be alive, hidden deep in the northern mountains."Sable's expression shifted at this
Draven's composure cracked further under the weight of Nolan's demand, his earlier easy charm faltering as he raised both hands slowly, as though trying to defuse a situation that had spiraled beyond his control far faster than he'd anticipated."Your Majesty, please," he said, his voice carrying genuine alarm now rather than the smooth confidence he'd projected throughout their entire meeting. "I misspoke. I meant nothing by it, simply an unfortunate choice of words given the general nature of such ancient threats.""You said it was split into two conflicting forms," Nolan said, his hand already resting against his own sword hilt, Elmund moving closer, positioning himself more directly between Draven's party and the exit. "That's not a general assumption about ancient threats. That's a precise, specific description of something I have shared with no one beyond my wife, my daughter's healer, and the single advisor who first warned us about it."Draven's eyes darted briefly toward his
Nolan spent the following day weighing the anonymous warning carefully against their desperate need for genuine allies, turning the decision over repeatedly in his mind as he worked through the morning's council duties with only half his attention truly present. By afternoon, he had settled on a plan that balanced caution against necessity, one he hoped would satisfy both his growing suspicion and their genuine need for help."I'll meet him myself," he said, finding Gianna in their private chambers that evening, Luna nursing contentedly against her chest. "Not here at the palace, where he might gather information about our defenses or Luna's protection more easily. A neutral location, somewhere I can properly assess his sincerity without extending unnecessary trust.""I should come with you," Gianna said immediately."No," Nolan said, his voice gentle but firm. "If this warning proves accurate, if Kael, or whoever calls himself Draven in correspondence but perhaps something else entir
The replies began arriving over the following days, one by one, delivered by exhausted messengers who had ridden hard across considerable distances only to carry back disappointing, hollow words of sympathy. Gianna read each letter alongside Nolan in his study, the growing pile of parchment offering little comfort despite the careful, diplomatic phrasing most senders had employed to soften their refusals."The Alpha of Greythorne sends his regards and his prayers," Nolan read aloud, his voice carrying barely restrained frustration as he set aside yet another letter. "But regrets he cannot commit soldiers to a threat his own council finds impossible to verify, given the lack of witnesses beyond our own settlement.""They don't believe us," Gianna said, though the words weren't truly a question, simply confirmation of what she'd already understood would happen the moment they began composing those letters."Most of them don't," Nolan confirmed. "A few offer more honest fear rather than
"Tell us," Nolan said, his voice carrying none of the patience he'd managed to maintain through every previous revelation Corwin had offered in careful, measured pieces. "All of it, Corwin. No more withholding parts of this because you're afraid of how we'll react."Corwin drew a slow, steadying breath, his hands still trembling slightly as he finally pulled them back from the examination table entirely, straightening to face them directly. "The legends I've shared with you so far," he said, "focused primarily on the Dawnbringer's role as protector, someone born to guide our people through periods of crisis, whose power must be shielded from corruption at all costs. That much remains entirely true.""But," Gianna prompted, sensing the weight of whatever remained unspoken still hanging between his words."But there's more," Corwin continued, his voice growing steadier despite the obvious difficulty of what he was about to reveal. "Dawnbringers aren't simply protectors against threats l
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
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







