Midnight Crown
She didn’t flinch when Dom’s hand settled at her waist—a claim, a warning, a promise.
The Widow smiled, all bone and calculation. “Every dynasty reaches a crossroads, daughter. Tonight, you choose the path. Not as a Cayde. Not as Laev’s prize. As yourself.”
Dom’s gaze burned across the room, warning Widow to watch her tongue. He didn’t move, but the threat in his stillness was enough.
The Widow opened the box with a soft click, revealing three objects: a spine ring of hammered silver, an ivory bone-blade stained at the hilt, and a shard of blackened glass, edges melted from old fire.
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