The full moon of 1250 hung high in the sky over FeWard, pouring silvery light over the Dark Forest. Ancient trees rose like black sentinels, twisted branches intertwining overhead. Shadows danced on the uneven ground. The air was cold and damp.Irmak, the eighteen-year-old princess heir, dug her spurs into the flanks of her black horse. The animal neighed, muscles tensed, galloping at full speed. Dry leaves flew behind them. The biting wind whipped her face."Faster!" she ordered, her voice low and urgent.Her golden braid, long to her waist, was coming undone. Rebellious strands stuck to her sweaty skin. Her dark green velvet dress tore at the hem with every low branch. Dirt and leaves clung to the fine fabric.She didn't look back. The castle of FeWard grew more distant. Its gray towers and royal banners vanished into the nocturnal mist.Her heart pounded hard against her ribs. Each beat echoed like a war drum. Pressure. Duty. Forced marriage."Damned Vortigern..." she murmured thro
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