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AMARA The world ended quietly. No trumpet, no screams — just wind moving through ruins that once echoed with blood and glory. The fire had devoured everything: the altars, the armies, the prayers. All that remained was silence… and us. I buried Damien’s crown beneath the blackened soil of Saint Helena, my fingers raw and trembling. It wasn’t gold anymore — just ash and bone fused together, cold as regret. “I thought I’d feel something,” I whispered. Luca stood behind me, a strip of cloth wrapped around his arm where the flames had kissed him. “You do,” he said softly. “You just don’t recognize it yet.” “What is it then?” “Freedom.” I let out a fragile laugh. “Freedom feels a lot like grief.” “Maybe they’re the same thing.” We rebuilt nothing. The world didn’t need another empire. It needed to remember what it was before crowns existed. So I gave it that — silence, space, the slow ache of healing. The villa was gone, the sea burned black at the edges. Yet somewhere in t

When I first started writing Kingdom of Ash and Blood, I never imagined how far this story would carry me. What began as a spark — a single image of a woman standing in the ruins of her past — became a journey that taught me more about strength, love, and survival than I ever thought a story could. Amara Varela was born out of silence and fury. She was every broken piece of the women the world underestimated, every scar turned into armor. Through her, I explored what it means to take back your power when the world has already written your ending. And Luca Moretti — cold, relentless, and devastatingly human — was her reflection. The storm to her fire. Together, they were never meant to be perfect. They were meant to be real. From the streets of Palermo to the crypts beneath Sicily, from betrayal to redemption, this series became more than just a dark romance — it became a story about what love looks like when it’s forged in ruin. About two people who refused to stay victims of their