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The Choice of the Throne The Throne had chosen. Not Cassian. Not Eryx. Not any of the other heirs. Thomas. The truth struck harder than any battle. Harder than any Crown. Harder than any loss. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. The Seventh Crown burned brighter. Golden light flooded the collapsing sky. The remaining fragments of the Bastion trembled. The prison was breaking. Fast. Too fast. Then the giant eye roared.

“ The Queen’s eyes flicked toward me, assessing, probing. “Then perhaps your companion might enlighten us about her late-night wanderings. I am told the castle guards found traces of magic near the lower caverns the kind that stirs old blood.” The words hung in the air like glass ready to break. I met her gaze squarely. “Perhaps your guards should be more cautious before speaking of things they don’t understand.” The Queen’s smile thinned, but she didn’t look away. “Understanding,” she said softly, “is a privilege. One must earn it.” She rose from her throne, each step measured, the hem of her gown rubbed across the marble. “Tell me, Arya,” she continued, voice poised and cold, “does the moo

she said. She turned toward the window, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked out at the city below. “Vanessa was a fire,” she said. “Useful, bright and destructive.” She turned back to me, her eyes settling on mine. “But fire burns out.” I kept my breath steady. “But you don’t,” she continued softly. I said nothing. She stepped closer, stopping just far enough to respect the space I refused to surrender. “So I’m offering you a throne,” she said. “Power beyond Valehart. Beyond your brothers.”

*** Morrígan’s eyes gleamed. *** “Yes.” *** A slow smile returned. *** “You did.” *** ### The Queen Awakens Raven lifted her chin slightly. *** “I won’t hesitate again,” she said. *** Not anger. Not defiance. *** Clarity. *** Morrígan nodded once. *** “Good.” *** The crows surged upward in a storm of wings. *** The battlefield began to dissolve. *** “But remember this, Raven Winterstar—” *** Her voice echoed as everything unraveled. *** “Power does not make you dangerous.”

Memories flooded my mind, a newborn baby, a silver haired woman crying, a ritual circle glowing beneath a blood moon, a soul being divided, split, broken apart. The Queen's voice echoed through the vision. "When they could not claim me..." Pain flashed across her face. "I made a choice." The images shifted, darkness, magic, sacrifice, a child, me. The Queen closed her eyes. "I hid myself." Understanding crashed into me. No. No, that wasn't possible. The Queen opened her eyes. "You are not my descendant, Thea." The world stopped. The flowers, the trees, the moonlight, everything gone. Only her words remained. You are not my descendant.

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.

“He’s still missing. But with Athena’s spells undone… we’ll find him.” Jaden finally leaned forward, his gaze locked onto me. Yes," he grumbled, lifting his glass once more, "I imagine it was simply a matter of time. They had it coming. Long live the Queen".

Slowly, he leaned back, his eyes locked with hers. “Then stay sharp, moya zvezda,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “Because when I burn the crown, I’ll need you standing at my side.” She lifted her glass in a silent toast. “Then let’s burn it together.” The glasses clinked softly, the sound like a pact sealed in blood.

“But he’s willing to burn for you.” Alyssa looked out at the city—lights flickering like dying stars. “Everyone’s choosing sides,” she whispered. Maya’s voice softened. “Thrones break before kings fall.” Alyssa exhaled slowly. “Then maybe it’s time,” she said, “to build a new one.”

“You did it because love made you willing to destroy anything but her.” I tasted truth like poison. The Revenant moved closer, and I felt every dead soul he had ever owned breathing in the dark behind him. “You are my heir.” “No.” “You will rule death.” “No.” “You will return.” “I refuse,” I rasped. “You already returned the moment you bled shadows,” he said. “You already accepted when you loved a queen of darkness.” I shook. I hated how my hands shook. Dark Kael put his palm where my heart beat too fast. “You do not run from the throne. You wait for permission to sit.”