The storm had passed.But within the ancient walls of Moonstone Keep, something colder remained. The air no longer hissed with thunder or hissed with rain, but it was no less heavy. It pressed down, thick and mournful, as though the very stones of the keep had absorbed grief and now exhaled it in sighs too soft to name.In the council chamber, where war had been planned and peace negotiated, Elara stood alone.Queen of Eldoria.Daughter of dusk and fire.Forged not in love, but in survival. And at last, truly, completely, alone.She stood over the great round table. A map lay stretched before her, faded and frayed at the edges. Its ink was smeared where sleepless hands had pressed too hard. Where wine or blood, had spilled. Pins dotted the parchment: alliances newly struck, routes carved in risk, battles fought and those yet to come.The Black Rose Treaty.The Pact of Eldoria.And beside them, two objects, small but heavy with meaning.Kael’s sword laid down not in surrender, but in s
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