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Too late. The Heir moves like a riptide. It slams into Soren first, jaws unhinging to swallow him whole. His trident clatters to the floor, seaweed and betrayal tangled in its prongs. Eden grabs it, muscles straining, but the Heir backhands him into a wall. His scream dies as water floods his lungs. The venom *burns*. I dive, storm and saltwater colliding in a vortex. The Heir's faces contort in ecstasy as it drinks the chaos, growing larger, *stronger*. Eden's limp body drifts toward the maelstrom.

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

"The only person I know of who can descend into the human world, the most capable and reckless is the Fire God León de Fuego." ___________________________________________________ "Is an ungrateful girl worthy of you to go against the law of heaven for her?" – This time the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos did not come to play chess. As soon as he arrived at the castle of the Fire God León de Fuego, he quickly asked. "She has feelings for the God of Light Hielo Fénix, and for a lily, she has grace, I'm the only one she doesn't pay attention to." – God of Fire León de Fuego replied softly.

the dark-haired one looked at him with an animal and threatening gleam, "Fenrir is making you pay for all the sins you've committed in a thousand lives with this marriage." Karel laughed happily, releasing bursts of a coffee aroma even if he himself didn't notice it, excited to see his brother so stressed over an omega. "The devil came out of hell to greet mortals. He has black hair, smells delicious, and is your future husband," He patted his back casually, "Congratulations, heir prince; may the moon bless your union with a long and happy married life." Erwin ran his hand over his face and growled lowly. Right now, giving up his title as "Heir prince" doesn't sound so bad.

The trials were over. Dorian stepped forward, raising both hands. “Let it be known, Cassia Nova Ashford is Flameborne by right, by blood, and by flame. She is heir to the golden fire. The prophecy has been fulfilled.” The sigil beneath Cassia turned gold. Her eyes, once deep brown, flickered with the light of the first fire. Nova ran forward, lifting her daughter. Liam wrapped them both in his arms. Tears. Laughter. Hope. And somewhere deep inside the shadows, even Dorian smiled.

She read aloud: “If the girl survives the fire, she will inherit the ash. If the boy follows, blood will open the gates. And if the queen chooses both, the world burns clean.” Mateo stared at the line. “We’re not just heirs.” “No,” Amara said. “We’re weapons.” Scene Five – Echoes of the First Heir A panel clicked open in the wall. Inside, a skeleton — still dressed in the robes of a cardinal. A ring on his finger bore the Vesper mark. Cassian pried a second journal from the corpse’s grip. Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

“Not part of it. The last of it.” The floor seemed to drop out beneath her. Amara staggered back, her hand finding the edge of the bed to keep her upright. “That’s… impossible. I’m just” “Human?” Killian’s voice cracked like a whip. “You still believe that?” His expression softened for the briefest moment, but only barely. “No, Amara. The Moonfire didn’t awaken in you by mistake. You are the last heir of the First Moon and the reason every shadow in this realm is hunting us.”

And the unbearable passion as his wolf instinct sought healing through union. “So…” Rakar’s voice was choked. “This is my fault? And the water’s fault?” “A deadly combination,” Eldric concluded. “Alpha seed meeting a womb purified by lunar energy. The result is Ardan. The Heir of the Moon Blood.” Revira covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were teary. “So all this… because I drank some random water?” she whispered, tears falling onto her cheeks. “My son is sick, hunted, suffering… because I was thirsty that night?”