BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
She left markers, symbols scorched into walls, shadows etched into the cobblestones, messages only Ash could decipher.
She paused atop a collapsed tower, rain and ash washing over her. In the distance, the faint glow of Ash’s phoenix sigil flared.
“Let them believe the queen is gone,” Bianca murmured. “Let the world mourn. But fire never dies. Shadows never sleep. And a mother… a mother never yields her throne.”
Across Europe, intelligence networks intercepted a single encrypted transmission:
“The daughter believes she was born of fire.
But fire was only ever my shadow.”
Somewhere, miles apart, two queens watched the same horizon. Both breathing. Both alive. Both ready.
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