로그인Captain Ilsa POV“You’re certain,” I said, for the third time, because the boy in front of me looked like he hadn’t slept in two days and men who haven’t slept in two days sometimes see things that aren’t there.“I’m certain, Captain.”“Tell me again. From the beginning. Slowly this time.”Denn shifted his weight, exhaustion written into every line of him, mud still crusted along his boots from the ride back. “We were three days past the old western border, scouting the trade route like you ordered. Nothing unusual the first two days. On the third, we came across smoke.”“Smoke isn’t unusual on its own.”“No, Captain. But it was coming from the ruins. The ones everyone in that region calls cursed. No one’s lived there in years not since word spread that Votigern died in that exact settlement.”“Smoke from a fire someone’s using to keep warm doesn’t mean Votigern.”“I know, Captain. That’s what I told myself too, riding closer.” He swallowed. “We found tracks. A lot of them. More than
Mira POV“He’s sleeping,” I told Ryo, easing the tent flap shut behind me. “Finally. Properly, I think, not just pretending so we’d stop hovering.”“Good.” He didn’t look up from the map spread across the table the same one, I realized, that had been sitting there since our conversation days ago, still weighted down at the corners with stones he’d probably grabbed without thinking.“You’ve been staring at that map for an hour.”“I’ve been thinking.”“About Yophiel? Or about the name?”He finally looked up. “Both. Neither. I don’t know anymore where one worry ends and the next one starts.”I crossed the tent and sat across from him, the way I had days ago when we’d first tried to have this conversation properly. It felt like a different lifetime already.“I keep thinking about what he said,” Ryo continued. “About my father. About whether he’s tangled up in all of this somehow, and I don’t know what to do with that. I never got to ask him anything. Not really. Not the questions that ma
Ryo POV“He hasn’t left his bed in three days,” the attendant said, wringing her hands outside the tent flap. “We’ve sent for every healer we have. None of them can explain it.”“Explain what, exactly?” Mira asked, already moving past her.“He’s simply fading, my queen. No wound. No fever. He eats what we bring him and grows weaker anyway.”I ducked inside before she finished the sentence.Yophiel lay propped against a mountain of pillows, and the sight of him stopped me cold in the doorway. I’d seen him age gradually over fifteen years, the slow creep of decades finally catching up to a man who’d outlived most of his own generation. This wasn’t that. This looked like someone had reached into him and pulled something out.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Yophiel said, and even his voice had thinned.“You look like you’re becoming one.”“Flattery. From my own king.” He gestured weakly at the stool beside the bed. “Sit. Both of you. I don’t have the strength to crane my neck up at
Ren POV“Another,” I said, and the boy behind the bar didn’t ask questions anymore. He’d stopped asking questions three months ago, somewhere around the fortieth visit.“That’s your sixth tonight, my lord.”“I didn’t ask you to count.”“No, my lord.” He poured anyway.I drank alone most nights now, in the kind of tavern that didn’t care whose son you were, tucked two streets back from anywhere a courtier might wander looking for me. My father had stopped sending Trent to fetch me home months ago. I think he’d finally accepted that a prince humiliated twice once by a woman, once by his own failed quest wasn’t worth the effort of retrieving before midnight.The door opened, and I didn’t bother looking up until a shadow fell across my cup.“You look terrible,” Mart said, dropping onto the stool beside me without being invited.“Thank you.”“I mean it kindly.”“You’ve never meant anything kindly in your life.”“That’s fair.” He signaled the boy for his own drink. “I have news, if you’re
Marcella POV“You didn’t tell me it would be this beautiful,” I said, and immediately felt foolish for saying it, because of course she hadn’t told me how do you describe a place like this in a letter? How do you fit an entire impossible kingdom into ink on paper?“I tried,” Mira said, walking beside me along the path toward the falls, “but I don’t think words do it justice. I never have.”“You undersold it terribly, is what I’m saying.”She laughed, and the sound of it eased something in my chest that had been tight since the moment I’d stepped through the portal an hour before. Fifteen years, and I still half-expected to find her thinner, harder, worn down by whatever this life had asked of her. Instead she looked I stopped walking.“Mother?”I looked at her properly. Really looked, the way you only look at your own child, cataloguing every small change since the last time you saw them, except there weren’t any. None at all.“Mira.”“What?”“You look exactly the same as you did at
Mira POVI read it twice, then a third time, before I trusted myself to look up.“A debt comes due,” I said. “That’s it? That’s the whole warning?”“That’s as far as Yophiel’s found. He’s still searching.”“So I might just stop. One day. All at once.”“We don’t know that.”“We don’t know anything, Ryo, that’s the entire problem with this book.” I closed it carefully, the way you’d close something that might bite. “Two hundred years old, no name for the woman, no explanation of what happened to her, just a debt comes due, and then nothing.”“I know.”“I need to sit with this before I can talk about it properly.”“Take whatever time you need.”“Not alone. Just quietly. For an hour.”He nodded and left me there among the flowers, and I sat with the book in my lap and watched the light change for longer than an hour, until a servant found me instead, breathless, clearly having run some distance.“My queen. The council chamber. You’re needed.”“Why?”“I don’t know the particulars. Only th







