Semua Bab Eclipsed Hearts: The Chronicle of Shadows and Stars: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The kingdom of Elarindor had always been known as the Realm of Dawns, a land where the first rays of sunrise gilded the mountains and painted the rivers gold. But tonight, twilight lingered too long, as though the heavens themselves resisted granting light to a kingdom whose foundations had begun to crumble.Along the battlements of the western wall, Serenya Vale pulled the hood of her cloak tighter. From a distance, she looked no more than a market girl pausing to rest, her slender frame blending into the shadows of dusk. In truth, every stone beneath her feet was part of a fortress that should have been hers by birthright. She was the daughter of a murdered queen, the last living heiress to the Vale bloodline.No one could know.Below, the city stretched wide and restless. Torches burned where lamps once glowed freely. Soldiers paced where musicians had once played in the streets. Fear hung in the air thicker than smoke, and even the merchants, once bold in bargaining, whispered the

The night had swallowed the city whole. From the narrow streets of Valehaven, lanterns flickered like timid fireflies, fighting against the ever-encroaching dark. Serenya pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, hood drawn low to shadow her features. She had grown adept at moving through crowded taverns and echoing alleys without notice. Tonight, though, every sound—the clatter of hooves, the scrape of a shutter in the wind—felt amplified. Danger seemed to stalk her with invisible steps.She had agreed to meet the messenger beneath the Moonspire bridge. Risky, foolish even, but the parchment slipped into her market basket that afternoon had carried a single line that left her blood cold:The heir of shadows seeks you. Come at midnight.Her first instinct had been to burn it. But destiny, she had learned, did not burn so easily.Beneath the bridge, the river whispered over stones, carrying secrets downstream. Serenya stood alone, breath clouding in the chill air, her pulse hammer

Moonlight spilled across Moonspire’s grand ballroom, casting fractured silver over masks of velvet and gold. The kingdom’s nobles moved in glittering clusters, their laughter echoing against chandeliers heavy with crystals. Every detail of the masquerade shimmered with opulence, yet beneath the music and silk-draped gowns lingered tension sharp enough to cut.Serenya drifted along the edge of the hall, her servant’s garb exchanged for a borrowed mask of ivory and a gown that disguised her rank as effectively as her hooded cloak. For tonight, she was no longer invisible, but neither was she herself. Hidden among the revelers, she could study the court without the weight of eyes recognizing her true blood.Her gaze flicked to the dais where Duke Thalric Veynor lounged like a predator in velvet. His black mask glimmered with silver filigree, his smirk as dangerous as the wine in his goblet. Every laugh he gave, every calculated glance, pressed upon the nobles like chains. He was here not

Ash clung to the horizon like a lingering ghost, the ruins of the western watchtowers smoldering in the distance. Serenya tightened her cloak, watching the plumes spiral into the dimming sky. A message lingered in those ruins—one carved not in words but in fire.Beside her, Kaelen leaned on the hilt of his blade, silent as the shadows he wore so easily. His eyes never left the blackened skyline.“Another outpost lost,” Serenya murmured. “At this pace, the kingdom will be a skeleton before winter.”Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “Not lost. Claimed.”Serenya turned to him. “By whom? No one has confessed to these raids. Not the border clans, not the mercenaries, not even the duke—though the flames carry his signature.”Kaelen finally met her gaze, and for the briefest moment, she saw it—something unspoken simmering behind his quiet restraint. Then it was gone. He looked back toward the ruins.“They’re not meant to claim territory,” he said. “They’re meant to erase it. To leave nothing standing.

The halls of Moonspire Castle were ablaze with light, golden chandeliers scattering their glow across a sea of silk and jewels. Music poured from the vaulted ceilings — strings and flutes weaving together a melody both haunting and mesmerizing.Serenya stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, hidden behind a silvered mask that curved like the crescent moon. Every noble, duke, and emissary swirled before her in brilliant colors, yet she felt like an intruder at her own stage. No one here knew who she truly was — the lost heiress of Vale, the girl raised in shadows. Tonight, she was only another masked lady at the duke’s elaborate masquerade.Her chest tightened as her gaze swept across the crowd. Somewhere among these figures, cloaked in finery and deception, lurked her enemies. Somewhere among them also stood Kaelen Draven.She had caught glimpses of him all evening — tall, lean, his mask wrought in black steel, his posture as still and controlled as the blade at his hip. He was not m