Throne of Ash and Amethyst
Outside, wind moved through the garden.
The door did not open.
The mountain remained quiet.
The Hall stood without a throne.
And beneath a sky large enough for dragons, wolves, vampires, humans, witches, hybrids, and people who needed no category at all, the world continued.
Not obedient.
Not perfect.
Not finished.
Free enough to choose what came next.
And for Emmy—
that was enough.
THE END