The dust from the Harbinger’s awakening had barely settled when the golden scroll arrived. It wasn't delivered by a messenger. By a mechanical hawk—a really cool machine made by the Southern engineers—that turned into a shimmering projection of King Silas himself."Princess Elowen," the King’s voice boomed through the council chamber sounding rich and smooth. "My son says you have a power that's beyond what we can understand. To celebrate the restoration of your family line I invite you to the Solstice Gala at the Amber Palace. Come, take your place at the High Table. Let us put the 'Purge' behind us."The projection disappeared, leaving behind a scent of jasmine and dried blood."It’s a trap, " Kaelen said, his hand tightening on the handle of his broadsword. "The Amber Palace is a fortress with lots of magic. Once you go inside the King will have control over everything."". If I don't go I will look like a coward hiding behind the mountains " I said, standing by the window and watc
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