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Breaking the seal, he unfolded the parchment. His face immediately lost all color. "What does it say?" Wesley asked. The headmaster looked directly at me before reading the message aloud. «Moon Child, Bring the Heart of Selene and the Crown of Luna to the Whispering Forest before the next full moon. Refuse... and Willowbrook Academy will burn. This is your only warning. —The Raven Order» Silence fell across the courtyard. The ravens took flight once more, disappearing into the darkening sky. I slowly closed my hand around the pendant my mother had left me.

Malachai tried to counter it, his hands glowing blue, but the barrier swallowed his spell whole. The light surged again — and then it wasn’t just light. Memories poured through me. My mother’s face. The Forbidden Library. Blood on the stone. The Council kneeling. A voice — hers, distant but clear. “If they bind you, remember the words I sealed within the throne.” I gasped, the words bursting out of me without thought. “Blood commands, but love binds.” The light exploded. The entire chamber shook. The force shattered the invisible barrier and threw the Council to their knees. Magnus fell back a step, shielding his face. The light poured from my hands, from the cracks in the throne, from the a

I can already see it in my mind, the King raising the goblet, the faint tremor in his hand as his heart slows, his breath hitching before silence swallows the hall. And me, watching. The loyal son. The future ruler. A door opens behind me. “Zeus.” Adira’s voice. Light, lilting, but strained at the edges. She walks in, her gown whispering against the floor. “It’s done?” she asks. I nod once. “He’ll drink it tonight.” Her lips curl into a small smile. “Then by dawn, the throne will be ours.” “Ours,” I echo, though the word tastes foreign on my tongue.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

Elara POV I stared at the dress for nearly an hour. Maybe longer. Nobody pushed me. Not Nora. Not Caspian. Not even Silas. The room had become strangely quiet after Genevieve left. Like everyone understood the decision belonged to me. The blue fabric rested across the bed. Waiting. The note sat beside it. "The throne remembers its heir." I hated those words. Because they assumed too much. They assumed certainty. Identity. History. Things I still didn't fully possess.

I argued, but I knew that I didn't have any other cards to play if I wanted to save the city. "Your mother is a ghost and I am the one with the keys to your survival, so you have until tomorrow morning to bring me that book or I’ll hand your little Moretti princess over to the Council before breakfast," she said, and she stood up to signal that the conversation was over.

"Elowen, step forward." My heart pounded against my ribs as I moved away from the others and approached the throne. Every eye in the room was on me, their gazes heavy with judgment and envy. I kept my head down, my hands clasped behind my back as I had been taught. "Look at me," Thorne commanded. I lifted my eyes to meet his, seeing the fire of possession burning there. "This is the omega I chose. This is the one I have been training. She is not for trade. She is not for tribute. She is mine."

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.