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“Over and over.” She touched his face “I’ve seen it too.” He looked broken “Then don’t go further.” She looked at the twin throne, And said: “I have to.” Auren stepped back, the sword pulsing, The reflection faded. The flame throne remained Liora climbed it Pain lanced through her body. Visions tore through her: Auren, crowned and sobbing, Sera, dying with Liora’s name on her lips, The realm burning. And then…Something else.

He brows cocked as he prowled menacingly towards me, darkness surged behind his face. It took every ounce of strength in me not to step backwards. “Tell your papa to pay back the money he owes the Bratva. All else….” I parted my lips, my eyes blinking rapidly as I cut into his words. “Or else?” He chuckled. One devoid of any empathy, emotions or whatsoever. It was the most soulless chuckle I have ever heard my whole life. “His head would be the first thing you would wake up to see in a week's time.”

The weak only know how to kill. Rian’s jaw tightened. The gold in his eyes flared. He looked frustrated. He looked trapped by the logic of the throne. He wanted the peace of the dead. He wanted the security of an empty courtyard. Thorne stood up. The chair scraped the stone. The Anchor is a girl. Thorne spat. The girl does not understand the cost of a crown. Every King sits on a throne of bone. I looked at Thorne. I looked at the scar on his face.

It was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. I stumbled over a root and went down hard, my hands scraping against rough bark. For a moment, I just lay there, breathing heavily, wondering if I could actually do this. Two weeks to Lunar Falls. I’d barely survived four days. Get up, my wolf’s voice whispered weakly. She was still there, still fighting to break through the curse. We don’t quit. We don’t give up. Get. Up. I pushed myself to my knees, then to my feet. My vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges. When was the last time I’d eaten? Yesterday? The day before?

The Anatomy of a Fallen Kingdom While the masses struggled on the grass, Leo felt the pull of the Thorne Manor on the hill. It loomed like a gargoyle, watching the "Unwanted" peasants from its height. He knew that the seed-vaults and purifiers Arthur had mentioned weren't just "gifts"—they were the last leash. Leo climbed the hill alone, his boots crunching on ancient gravel. Inside the manor, the air was still and smelled of a thousand years of dust. He found the "Actual" Arthur Thorne still sitting in his chair, his eyes closed, his hand resting on the iron key.

"Arthur didn't have one son. He had two. And I’ve been waiting twenty years for my turn at the throne." The priest-like figure stepped into the light, revealing a face that was a mirror image of Xander’s, but scarred by decades of exile. As the GRC fell from the sky, a new, older Thorne had arrived to claim the wreckage—and he wasn't looking for money. He was looking for the child.

The throne was never truly within his reach. The hall held its breath as I lifted the circlet. I stepped toward the princes. Before I could place it in anyone’s hands, Ethan suddenly strode forward and dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty,” he said, voice ringing clear through the chamber, “I beg you to release me from this honor. My heart already belongs to another.” He turned slightly, reaching toward Ava without touching her. “Lady Ava Miller is the woman I love,” he continued without hesitation. “Our devotion is neither fleeting nor shallow. No one but her will ever be my wife.”

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

Ch-83 Before Orion could do something, he fell unconscious on his bed. People who came to ask his attention saw he was ‘sleeping’ and left. In Abigail’s chambers…. The woman who wore a red cloak and adorned the skeleton throne in the Witch Coven appeared out of thin air.

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