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“Aren’t you aware? Darius claimed that you hail from a powerful family of mages, and you are the last in the line with such great power. I thought it was a joke until I saw it in the books.” “The books?” She nodded. “The books of prophecy. The prophecy stated that at a certain time when the world has seen the light, they shall be attacked forces ardent at disrupting the balance. The prophecy stated that only a member of the Stark line can stop this from happening.” My head spun. If this was laying emphasis on a member of the family from the Stark line, it might not be me. I’ve never met my mother, and I didn’t even know if she was alive or dead. It would make sense if it were my mother.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

the king ordered, pointing to a young servant girl who immediately curtsied and nodded before walking away to fetch her. "I hope our trip to Valethorne just goes smoothly," Lord Thalen Ironhart said, adjusting his ceremonial sword at his side. "Like we all know, it's Malakar we're talking about. Once we get there, avoid anything that would make him upset." His weathered face was grim, etched with lines that seemed deeper today than usual. The other council members nodded solemnly. They had all heard the stories - entire armies disappearing in the night, kingdoms that had opposed Malakar reduced to ash and memory. They were walking into the lion's den, and they all knew it.

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I didn't notice Tana had left my hand until I saw her fall to her knee, her head lowered. Only then did I raise my head and saw three men sitting on what looked like thrones. The one in the middle had hair as dark as the night, the other two had golden hair and silver hair respectively. I was suddenly shoved from the back and forced into a kneeling position. I snarled furiously and glared at the person who pushed me. It was the man who came with Tana and me. The man with the dark hair was the first one to speak. “Three days ago, you were found in the woods of Thornwood borders by Lord Byron Wesley of the Shadowborn, during a Hollowborn hunt. You were brought to the Dragon Keep, where we disc

“I had to retrieve this from an old library,” I stayed quiet to hear what she had to say, moving my gaze between her and the book. “Apparently, the north has an old library which is…” “I don't need the details. What's in the book?” “It's called…” “Your presence alone is suffocating, Odessa. What's in the damn book and spare us the time of being in the same space,” “It holds a reason for Rhaegal's sudden interest in Penelope. Possibly….Alpha Daemon too,”

“Leigh of House Valerius. A family so discreet they’re practically ghosts. What does she bring? A handful of mountain rocks and a reputation for silence?” Alistair’s expression grew guarded, a look Makil knew well. It was the look that preceded inconvenient truths. “Lord Valerius holds the Iron Pass. He is the quiet fist that keeps the Eastern Marches from rattling. His loyalty is absolute, but it comes at a price. He called in an old debt. I owe him his daughter’s placement here.” “So she’s a favor.” Makil barked a short, humorless laugh. “Wonderful. And what is the Lady Leigh like? Skittish? Dour? Does she converse in whispers?”

A throne stood at the chamber's center, black stone exactly as she'd seen in her vision, and above it, suspended somehow in the still air without visible support, a crown made of solid, unmoving flame, glowing steady orange-gold in the darkness. "It's real." Sera's voice shook with disbelief. "Everything the fire showed me. It's real." "Sera." Dorian's voice carried sudden urgency, drawing her attention to the chamber's far wall, where ancient text had been carved deep into the stone, illuminated now by her own flickering firelight. "You need to see this." She crossed the chamber slowly, reading the ancient script, and felt her blood run cold as understanding finally settled into place.

Hans quickly walked up to Sebastian and, with great respect, whispered in his ear, "Mr. Ballard, Mr. Targery Senior is not just powerful, he's much more than that! The Targery family has been an established lineage in Steinberg for over 300 years!" He continued, "If Steinberg's mayor represents the visible authority, then Mr. Targery Senior is the ruler behind the scenes. In Steinberg, you can offend anyone, but you should never cross someone from the Targery family. Because the Targery family's status in Steinberg is like that of a royal."

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.