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"Send word immediately," I said, already reaching for parchment before Doran had fully finished relaying the watcher's report. "Fastest rider available, tonight, not waiting for morning.""I'll have one ready within the hour," Doran said, already moving toward the door.I wrote quickly, every detail of Marguerite Hale's movements, the ship's departure, the uncomfortable certainty that whatever Ashra was building toward now pointed back toward Ravenspire rather than the mission she'd apparently expected to follow us here. Rhys read over my shoulder as I wrote, something grim settling into his expression."Your father has Camille's warning system in place," he said. "The eastern wards Wren wove before we left. He's not undefended.""I know," I said, sealing the letter with hands that weren't entirely steady. "I still hate not being there.""You left for exactly this reason," Rhys reminded me gently. "To take yourself out of the pattern she'd already mapped. If she's redirecting attentio

"By any means necessary," Marcus repeated, something cold settling into his expression as the messenger's words sank fully into place. "That's considerably broader than anything we've prepared against.""It explains everything," I said slowly, the pieces finally arranging themselves into a shape that made uncomfortable, complete sense. "Why she targeted me specifically from the start. Why Weston worked to undermine Ravenspire's council for three years. Why Damon positioned himself so patiently toward Blackthorn's own throne. It was never simply about weakening one kingdom, Marcus. It was always about making certain the two of us never stood together against her.""And now we do," Marcus said. "Formally, through trade, through shared intelligence, through this very delegation that's already yielded more cooperation than either council initially expected." He looked at me directly. "Which means, if this woman's confession is accurate, we've become her most urgent problem rather than a s

"Bartholomew Ashwood," I repeated, certain I'd misheard. "Corin's father.""The very same," Elara confirmed, leading me quickly down toward the guesthouse's lower hall, where Corin already stood, pale and rigid, staring at a formal letter clutched tight in one hand. "He's registered as Thornveil's official observer for tomorrow's summit, under his own merchant house's legitimate standing."Corin looked up as I approached, something raw and furious crossing his usually composed features. "He signed it himself," he said, voice tight. "His own name, his own seal. Not hiding behind Thornveil's formal house at all. He wants me to know it's him.""Why would he reveal himself so openly," Rhys asked, "after years of apparently working through considerably more careful channels?""Because he's not afraid of us anymore," I said slowly, the shape of it settling cold through my chest. "Weston is dead. Oswin is dead. Damon is dead. Lyra's imprisoned. Every piece Ashra positioned against us has alr

"Clear the hall," Doran's voice cut through the lingering celebration before I'd even fully processed what my own body was telling me. "Sera, Wren, now, both of you."The remaining crowd parted quickly, warmth shifting instantly into focused urgency, and Rhys guided me carefully toward a side chamber Elara had already begun directing servants to prepare, cushions and clean linens appearing with the particular speed that came from a household long accustomed to swift, practical action."Breathe through it," Sera said, arriving within moments, her weathered hands already moving with calm, practiced efficiency as another contraction tightened low across my stomach. "You're early, Princess, but not dangerously so. Six weeks, Wren estimated, and six weeks have very nearly passed.""Is that normal?" I asked, gripping Rhys's hand through the tightening wave."Twins often arrive a little ahead of a single birth's typical timeline," Sera said. "Combined with today's considerable excitement, I'

I pushed, a sound tearing from my throat that held no words at all, only pure, desperate effort, Rhys's hand gripped so tight around mine I half wondered, distantly, whether either of us would bear the mark of it tomorrow. Wren's chanting rose into something that no longer sounded entirely like words, ancient and resonant, the silver light filling the chamber so completely I had to close my eyes against it."Stop," Sera said sharply. "Stop now, Elena, completely."I stopped, every muscle screaming in protest, and held, trembling, through several agonizing seconds while Sera's hands worked with quick, careful precision I couldn't see clearly through my own exhaustion and the still-blazing light."Now," Sera said. "Push again, everything, now."I pushed one final time, and the silver light suddenly pulsed, once, brilliant and absolute, before a second cry finally broke through the chamber, thinner than her brother's but unmistakably, fiercely alive."A girl," Sera said, her voice breaki