Duskhold is the center of the Elven Kingdom.It is home to the Royal Court, envoys from every clan, and windship routes leading north.When I reached the Court, Alwyn was studying a map of the border.He was younger than I had expected, with black hair, gray-blue eyes, and a composed expression."Evelyn?" he asked."Yes, Your Majesty."He did not ask about my betrothal, and he did not ask about the Fire clan.He simply pushed the map toward me."The northern Wind Corridor is unstable. Three windships have crashed. The Court needs someone who understands the wind currents."I spent two days inspecting the Corridor.I quickly discovered that storms were not the problem. Someone had been mining firecrystal without authorization, and the heat from the mines was disrupting the high-altitude winds and causing the windships to lose control.And every one of those mines happened to be in Dante's name.In the council chamber, the expressions of several nobles shifted.Alwyn asked me, "Is the ev
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