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I froze. Lucas swore softly behind me. We all knew how it went down with Valis. Valis was a name I hadn’t heard since I sent him away. Many believed he was dead, but I knew better that he took refuge in Ardan's territory, and Ardan cared for him. A man whose magic twisted souls and skin alike. I’d cast him out for crimes so horrific they still haunted dreams of old soldiers. “He’s working with Rhaegal?” I asked. Odessa nodded once. “Or for him,”

It had been Davos who had made the journey to Lys to recruit the old rogue to Lord Stannis's cause. "You did not see the gods burn, my lord?" he asked. "The red priests have a great temple on Lys. Always they are burning this and burning that, crying out to their R'hllor. They bore me with their fires. Soon they will bore King Stannis too, it is to be hoped." He seemed utterly unconcerned that someone might overhear him, eating his grapes and dribbling the seeds out onto his lip, flicking them off with a finger. "My Bird of a Thousand Colors came in yesterday, good ser. She is not a warship, no, but a trader, and she paid a call on King's Landing. Are you sure you will not have a grape? Chil

Angular features, a faint scar carving lines into his temple, silver threading through black hair, bronze eyes glinting with draconic fire. He knelt. Lyra’s breath caught. He felt my command two nights ago, Vaelrion rumbled. Tharok Virex—my second. My blade. In the vision, Tharok bowed his head. “My prince,” he said, voice ragged with distance, “it is true, then. You have found her.” The fire blazed higher. Vaelrion’s hand settled at Lyra’s back, anchoring her. Yes. Tharok’s gaze lifted, fixing on Lyra. Recognition—and something that felt like reverence—flowed across his face. He bowed deeper.

I then tried to reflect on what happened and yes, I remembered he sucked my blood, I hissed, the thought was ugly, and I rushed to the toilet: I kept on vomiting whenever I remember him eating those human parts. I stood up and then I received a message from one of his guards that I would be accompanying lord Darius to the Kingdom of Westeros and I should get ready. Honestly, I have always wanted to know why he always went to Westeros, I had so many ideas in my head, and I thought maybe there was a secret path he took that always led him to somewhere else. I could not bear being beaten up so I had to dress up quickly and got out. I went to meet him and even though I had tried my best to look

But the heavy wood swung open and Vespera hurried inside, her expression so frantic his anger died instantly. “What’s happened to you?” Darius demanded, his voice rough. Vespera didn't even care about his financial ruin. She grabbed his jacket, her voice shaking. “Do you know that Kaelen Blackthorne is walking?” Darius froze, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at his mate. “The silver-snake venom was absolute. The pack healers said his legs were dead meat. How could he possibly be on his feet?” It was clear from his reaction that Darius had been kept completely in the dark.

Morwen wasn’t here today. But her absence was louder than her presence. She was watching from the mirrors. And I let her look, because calmness wasn’t weakness,it was control. Then he walked in. Darius Vale. Third-year sentinel. Son of the High Warden of Elden Reach. Arrogant and powerful. He’d never liked me. Not when I was rebellious, not when I vanished. And certainly not now that I’d returned without a scratch. He strode down the center aisle like he owned it, his entourage trailing behind him,two juniors and a scribe who documented every word he said, like they were recording prophecy.

Erythos’s voice coiled around her, a whisper, a command. “The past is not as it seems,” he murmured. “See for yourself.” A vision consumed her. She stood in the throne room of an ancient kingdom, watching as the First King raised his hands to the heavens. Power surged through him, but he was not alone. Beside him, a figure cloaked in ethereal light chanted words long lost to time. The force they summoned was immense, celestial in nature, and it was this, not merely the king, that had sealed Erythos away.

He kissed her forehead. "Please, Please come back..." He pleaded. "I told you not to love me... I told you!" "Augustus!" Serenity sat beside him. She caressed Valerina's face as tears fell down from her eyes. "Bring her back!" He looked at Serenity with helpless eyes. "I'll die without her." She cupped his face. "Don't loose hope... We can___" Carlos threw fire at them, it didn't hurt Serenity and Augustus but Valerina's body turned into ashes.

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the collapsing room. The beast stopped. It turned its massive, terrifying head toward me. For a second, the gold in its eyes flickered, and I saw a flash of the man I loved: the man who had held me in the ruins of the mill, the man who had promised to follow me to the end. “Darius,” the beast rumbled. “Kill it!” Valerius screamed, finally realizing that his godhood was about to be cut short. “All of you! Kill that thing!”

No. Why can't he see? This isn’t just about me; it’s about the brotherhood, his dangerous betrayal. If Uncle Raven or the others discover his plans, they’ll ensure he meets a fate reserved for traitors. I gave him an escape, a chance to leave the brotherhood alive, but he’s here, defying logic.