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The dawn sky above the Crescent Citadel was clear and crisp, but a lingering chill hung over the stone courtyard. Banners of silver and crimson snapped in the morning wind, marking one full month since the defeat of High Priestess Vespera and the sealing of the Abyssal Well.From the high battlements, I watched a long, gilded caravan wind its way through the lower mountain pass. Carriages crafted from polished cedar wood and trimmed in gold filigree were escorted by two dozen mounted knights clad in polished plate armor—the unmistakable heraldry of the Western Sun Alliance."They move with a lot of pomp for a delegation claiming to seek peace," Nikolai remarked, stepping up beside me on the stone rampart. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but his dark golden eyes were sharp, tracking the movements of the western guards below."The Western Alliance ignored every plea for help when Alpha Lucas was executing rogue families," I said, my voice cold and even. "Now that we've secured the min

The air in the High Council Chamber was suffocatingly tense as dawn broke over the frost-coated peaks. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting sharp red and violet shadows across the long polished oak table.I sat at the head of the table in the basalt throne of the Crescent Kings, the Sovereign's Edge resting sheathed across my lap. To my right sat Prince Nikolai, his arms crossed over his chest, his golden eyes locked in an unyielding stare onto the western delegation. Standing along the perimeter of the hall were Captain Torin and eight of our battle-tested rogue veterans.Opposite us, Chancellor Malakai adjusted his blue velvet tunic with practiced composure, while Lady Lyra stood just behind his shoulder, her expression stoic and unreadable. Behind them stood twelve fully armored Western guards, their hands resting heavy on the pommels of their broadswords."Queen Elora," Malakai began, his voice echoing smoothly off the stone walls. "We have reviewed our pos

Three days after the failed council ambush, the air inside the Great Hall was light, warmed by massive hearth fires and filled with the low hum of voices from across the continent.The bloodstains from Malakai’s mercenaries had been scrubbed clean from the stone flagstones. In place of the tense, secretive atmosphere that had shadowed the citadel for months, open longbow tables were set up throughout the hall, overflowing with roasted meats, warm spiced bread, and sweet mountain mead.I sat at the head table alongside Nikolai, dressed in a simple tunic of dark grey silk embroidered with silver thread along the collar. The Sovereign's Edge rested securely in its scabbard by my side, its star-iron hum quiet and serene.Elder Vance stepped up to the head of the dais, unrolling a fresh parchment scroll stamped with the heavy wax seal of the Crescent Crown."Silence for the Sovereign!" Vance announced, his deep voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings.The chatter throughout the Great Hall c

By the following afternoon, the unnatural freeze had descended upon the valley below the Crescent Citadel. Snow fell not in soft flakes, but in hard, needle-like shards of ice that whistled against the stone walls.Inside the Great Hall, massive fires roared in every hearth, but the chill still seeped through the thick stone floorboards. Nikolai and I stood over the map table with Captain Torin, plotting defense perimeters for the lower villages, when a sharp horn blast echoed from the outer watchtowers."Rider approaching!" a sentry yelled down from the battlements. "From the sky!"Nikolai and I hurried out into the courtyard, our cloaks snapping wildly in the howling arctic wind. Guard captains scrambled to aim ballistas toward the iron-gray clouds above.A massive shadow broke through the mist. Descending into the courtyard was a winged beast forged of translucent pale-blue scales and ice—a frost-drake. Atop the creature sat a warrior clad in armor made of frozen bone and dark iron

The gates of the Glacial Citadel were not made of iron or oak, but of solid, blue-tinted ice three feet thick. High above the entrance, two winged frost-drakes sat perched on frozen spires, their sapphire eyes scanning the snow-swept courtyard below."We need a distraction," Nikolai whispered, crouching beside me behind a jagged ridge of black frost-granite. "If those drakes take to the sky while we're crossing the open bridge, they'll freeze us before we reach the main doors.""Leave the drakes to us, Prince Nikolai," Captain Torin said, stepping up with the two rogue trackers. He carried three heavy clay flasks filled with volatile fire-oil. "We'll set fire to the lower roosts. When those beasts drop to defend their nests, you two hit the throne room.""Torin, if you get cut off—" I began."We won't, my Queen," Torin replied with a fierce grin. "We survived Alpha Lucas's purges. A few oversized lizards aren't taking us down today."Without waiting for another order, Torin and his me