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She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

He dressed swiftly, in plain, dark clothes, and descended into the waking castle. Leigh felt the prince's presence before she saw him. It was a change in the air pressure, a shift in the morning's soundtrack—the distant clang of the forge pausing, a maid's chatter cutting off. She finished a disarming maneuver that sent Petyr's sword spinning once more, then turned, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist.

Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced the best clothes, especially leather clothes, which were the most worn in winter, because it was the coldest kingdom. And last was the Autumn kingdom, with its best fishermen on the continent, who made the best and most resistant boats, to stay longer facing the ocean. When I finished reading the book, Anthony appeared in the garden, I had told the maids to tell him I would be waiting for him. " What's going on? Are we celebrating a holiday? " No, I was just thinking that it would be good for both of us to have dinner alone. Sit down, I had your favorite dish prepared.

Then… herself. “You think you wear it, little wolf,” the reflection said. “But it wears you.” She blinked — and the vision was gone. “Don’t start with ghosts tonight,” she whispered, voice steady but breaking inside. “I made enough of my own.” Downstairs — The War Table Cassian briefed Luca and Dante on the fallout. Governments were collapsing. Economies frozen. The Veil’s survivors were either in hiding or surrendering. Yet a new movement was rising — a cult calling themselves The Children of Bloodlight.

Dominik snarled. He pressed the knife closer to my throat and I could feel the blade penetrating my skin as blood started flowing down my neck onto my shirt. “Read the fucking incanation.” Andres snarled and shoved the notebook towards me. I had no other way out of here… There was no possible way to get out alive without bringing them back with me, and I knew this. I also had a feeling that they were not actually scared of Rowen, and they were faking it. Which told me that they may be a real opponent for him and his brothers. That thought just made me even more terrified.

"A bigger one. It is old, Elara. It is older than the gate. It is not looking for the King." Through the purple ice of the frozen sky, a single and sharp line of black ink began to trace its way across the western horizon. Not from the south, where the capital lay paralyzed in the dark, but from the deep and uncharted territory of the High Blood lineages, where the wire had never been laid and the law had never been written. The ice above them gave a low groan as the new frequency hit the valley and Elara knew, with the absolute certainty of her silver bones, that the true war for the frontier had just begun.