The Lost Heiress of the bleeding throne
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Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
She stood at the head of the table, her copper hair braided back, the circlet above her head burning with starfire. Rune was beautiful, but as deadly as any of us sitting here.
“Who will go first?” she said, finally taking her seat.
“I’ll start,” Amyra offered, her blood-red lips curving into a smile. “Three more covens have gone dark this month. It seems the witches are vanishing. Not running but vanishing. They leave no trace, no blood and no magic signature behind.”
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