Kingdom of Ash and Blood
The deeper we buried our enemies, the more we began to look like them.
Still, I couldn’t afford her breaking now. Not when the war was circling again.
“Then we burn the inheritance,” I said, low and final. “We start from ash.”
Her gaze lifted to mine — and for a moment, she wasn’t the queen or the weapon or the myth. She was the woman I bled for.
“And if it burns us too?” she asked.
“Then we burn together.”
I pulled her into my arms, her trembling hands clutching the back of my coat. Outside, the morning light reached through the cracks in the stone — soft, fragile, as if daring the ruins to grow something new.
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