Todos los capítulos de The Crown Of Ash and Silver: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The throne hall was already full when Seraphina entered.Every noble who mattered was there, cloaked in silks and whispers. Golden light streamed from the tall windows, glinting off silver goblets and jeweled rings. The sound of voices softened when she crossed the threshold.She felt every pair of eyes turn toward her.Elysia stood beside the throne in a gown of white and gold, her smile sweet, her posture perfect. Beside her, Crown Prince Adrian looked the part of mercy and majesty, his hand resting lightly on Elysia’s arm.Lucien was there too, standing near the dais. He wore the Church’s black robes trimmed with pale silver, his expression unreadable.Seraphina walked slowly through the room, her pale blue gown whispering across the marble. She kept her head high, every movement measured. If she trembled, no one would see it.“Lady Seraphina,” Adrian said when she reached the dais. His tone was polite, distant. “It pleases me that you could join us.”“The palace remains my home,”

The morning light was cruelly bright.It poured through the tall palace windows, spilling across the marble floors and the golden banners that hung in the great hall. Servants hurried through the corridors, silent and tense, as if afraid their voices might draw attention from the wrong ears.By the time Seraphina arrived, the court was already gathered. Adrian and Elysia stood before the throne, dressed in immaculate white and gold. Lucien waited a few paces away, the emblem of the Church gleaming on his shoulder.The air felt heavy. Something was coming.When Adrian raised his hand, the murmurs quieted. “This morning, the Holy Council has issued a decree,” he said. His voice was steady, but she could hear the unease beneath it. “A series of irregularit

Morning bells rang through the palace, sharp and clear. Each note fell like glass against the air, echoing across the marble halls. By the time Seraphina reached the chapel, half the court was already assembled. They stood in orderly rows beneath stained glass windows that poured gold and scarlet light over the polished floor.At the center stood the altar, white stone veined with gold. Around it, clerics in pale robes murmured prayers. Incense rose in twisting ribbons, heavy and sweet. The scent clung to her throat.Lucien waited at the head of the assembly. His expression was carved from calm, but his eyes gave him away; they flicked between Seraphina and the High Cleric who presided over the ritual. Adrian stood to the right of the dais, his crown polished bright, his posture rigid. Elysia stood beside him, a picture of sorrow, her hands clasped as though in prayer.The moment Seraphina stepped inside, whispers rippled through the room. She ignored them and walked to the circle draw

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown.Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.“The Church acted within its right,” said Lord Herrow, the Minister of Faith. “The lady bears a mark that defies divine law. Containment is mercy.”“Mercy?” snapped General Rowan. “She stopped the invasion at the border last winter. Without her insight, half our patrols would be dead.”

Morning broke bright and cold. Bells rang from the highest towers, each note spreading through the streets until the whole city sang with iron and fear. By the time the great doors of the chapel opened, the square outside was full. Merchants stood beside soldiers, mothers held children close, and nobles watched from the marble steps with faces that hid everything and nothing at all.Inside, the Grand Chapel shone. Sunlight poured through stained glass saints and broke on the floor in color. Gold banners hung from the vaults. Incense drifted in pale threads that curled and faded.Seraphina entered between two clerics. Her steps were unhurried. Chains touched her wrists but did not bite. She did not look at the crowd or at the nobles or at the prince seated beside the High Cleric. She looked at the altar and the flame that burned in a silver bowl at its center. The flame did not waver.Lucien walked a pace behind her, eyes steady, hands bare. He had removed his gloves for the first time