VALERIAN’S POVI stood in the dining hall with Nyra’s hand still clasped tightly in mine when the guard stepped forward. The sealed letter in his grip carried the weight of something far heavier than paper. Nyra tensed beside me. Cassian straightened immediately. The name Silvercrest hung in the air like a ghost from a forgotten war.“Bring him in,” I ordered.The guard nodded and retreated quickly. Servants who had lingered near the doors vanished without a word. The atmosphere in the hall shifted. What had started as a quiet morning conversation now crackled with tension. Nyra looked up at me with questions in her eyes but she stayed silent.Cassian moved closer to my left side. His hand rested near the hilt of his dagger out of habit. Silvercrest had not existed for over twenty years. No one used that name anymore. Not unless the news could shake the foundations of everything we knew.Heavy footsteps approached. The messenger entered, flanked by two guards. Dust coated his cloak an
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