The heavy gates of the palace’s lower wing swung open with a clang that echoed down the corridors. Kaelin, seated by the narrow window of her chamber, stiffened as her pulse caught at the sound. Every shift in the castle carried weight now; every footstep could be Seraphine’s eyes, every whisper a trap.Riven stood just behind her, tense, his gaze flicking to the distant hallways, ready to move if any threat approached. His instincts, sharpened from long service to the throne, told him something had changed.“They’re bringing him out,” he murmured, voice low.Kaelin tilted her head, curiosity battling caution. “Who?”Riven’s jaw tightened, and his hand brushed against hers in a rare, fleeting touch. “Aurelian. The one Seraphine feared enough to keep locked away.”Kaelin’s pulse quickened—not from fear, but from the silent thrill that came whenever his name surfaced. She had heard of him before, of course—the so-called fragile, handsome noble, whispered to be Zytherra’s most eligible b
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