BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
The ceiling groaned.
Through the smoke, a single figure emerged from the shadows unseen by both queens until now. A stranger, cloaked in black, eyes glinting like ice in the firelight.
The stranger whispered softly, to no one in particular:
“Two queens burn, and yet the ashes hide the one who decides the end.”
The flames reflected in their eyes, promising a secret that neither mother nor daughter had anticipated.
And in that moment, the war of fire, shadows, and vengeance became something far more dangerous: a game with an unknown player, and stakes that would consume the world.
Bab Populer