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The obsidian was warm, alive under my palm. “Remember,” the old wolf said, his voice fading into the dark. “The crown is not the price. The blood is.” I reached for the crown with both hands, the silver burning against my fingertips. --- Above the ridge, the figure crouched low, their eyes glued to the fissure. They saw the faint silver glow pulse through the cracks in the stone, saw the mountain tremble. The shadow had been waiting years for this moment. They stood slowly, their hand brushing a small smooth black stone nestled in their palm. They took a step forward, their boots silent on the dead grass. The time had come. The Queen was giving up her crown. And the shadow was ready to take

“I can do it again.” Outside, the bells tolled midnight. Deep beneath the palace, in the Sanctum, frost crept along the golden walls. And in that silence, somewhere between prayer and power, the two sisters began to draw closer once more, one in chains, one in silk, each preparing to claim the crown that the other could not hold.

Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

He said confidently. I smiled sadly. “I don’t think either of us knows how.” ********* Another two weeks passed. The waiting became unbearable. Every morning, healers visited Lily’s chamber. Every evening, the elders asked whether there was any news. Every full moon, I prayed that somehow…Somehow…The Moon Goddess would perform a miracle. That perhaps I would wake carrying Kael’s child. I knew it was foolish, but hope is a difficult thing to kill. It happened on a rainy afternoon.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head. I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away. "Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides. The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them. It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the valleys, designed to hide the thousands of slaves they still hold in the caves below.

It was almost dusk. Everyone began dispersing one after the other, leaving Dante to deal with his pains. King Edwardo found his Queen leaning on the rail on the balcony with a drink in her hand. He walked quietly to her and wrapped his arms around her, startling her. “Your Highness,” She chuckled. “You startled me.” He rested his head on her shoulders and stared at the starless sky. “No stars tonight,” he mumbled. “It’s still too early, your highness. You don’t expect to see stars at this time,” Adora told him. He mumbled something inaudible in response.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”