The Ashen throne had never felt emptier.Cassian sat in the grand study, the fire flickering in the hearth, casting soft shadows across the room.In his arms, cradled against his chest, was Seraphine Valmont Ashen—his daughter, his heir, the last piece of Eris he had left.She was barely a year old, her small fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt, her breathing soft as she drifted between wakefulness and sleep.And Cassian?He read to her—not just words, but memories, the pieces of Eris she would never get to know, the stories that had shaped their world before she was born.The worn leather-bound book had belonged to Eris, filled with historical accounts, political lessons, and handwritten thoughts she had once scribbled in the margins—small glimpses into her mind, into the way she saw the world.Cassian traced his fingers along the edge of the pages, exhaling slowly before reading aloud."Your mother was never meant to bow to anyone. She walked into every room like it belon
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