Dante Ashford turned the northern frontier into an iron-plated garrison.Six months after our wedding, our boots crunched against the frost of the coalition's outer perimeter as we stared across the valley. The scattered, bleeding packs that once populated the north had vanished. In their place stood a unified, heavily armed force, drilling in the gray mist every single day."He's been busy," Jaren muttered, his eyes narrowing as he swept a spyglass over the distant watchtowers."He didn't just build an army," I said, my jaw tightening. "He inherited the Duchess's infrastructure. Her supply lines, her weapon caches, her blueprints.""She would be proud," Kaelen let out a short, jagged breath."She'd be furious someone else is driving her car," I corrected sharply. "Dante isn't copying her ideology. He doesn't care about brainwashing or rewriting emotional frequencies. He wants land, iron, and bodies.""A traditional conqueror," Thad observed, resting a hand on his blade. "That makes t
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