Rowan stared at Lyra for what felt like forever.The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken threats. Finally, he stepped back. Giving her space to breathe."You're right," he said quietly. "I can't send you away now. But understand this. What you saw, what you heard, it stays between us. Tell anyone and I won't be able to protect you.""Protect me from what?""From the people who want me dead." He turned and walked back into the room, every movement fluid and strong. Nothing like the broken prince everyone believed him to be. "Go back to your room. Lock your door. And for once, listen to me."Lyra opened her mouth to argue, but he'd already disappeared into the shadows.She made her way back to her chambers, her mind spinning. The king was Rowan's uncle. Which meant Rowan's father, the true king, was gone. Dead? Overthrown? And Rowan was hiding his strength, biding his time.For what?Sleep didn't come easy. When it finally did, it was restless and full of half-formed dre
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