Ravenna’s palace felt colder than any prison.
Seraphina was confined to her old chambers, watched day and night, her swords taken, her freedom stripped.
Her mother, Queen Livia, entered first—eyes soft, worried, tearful.
“Oh, Seraphina…” she whispered. “What have you done?”
“What I had to.”
Seraphina lifted her chin.
“I married the man I love.”
Her mother’s eyes widened with both pride and fear.
Then King Cassian entered.
His voice was quiet.
Too quiet.
“Explain to me,” he said, “how my daughter—the fiercest warrior in our history—became the wife of my enemy.”
Seraphina stepped forward.
“Adrien is not your enemy. He protected me. He saved me. He—”
“He corrupted you!” Cassian thundered. “You are a Ravenna princess!”
“I am his wife.”
A trembling silence.
Cassian’s jaw clenched.
“Then this marriage ends now.”
Seraphina felt her blood freeze.
“No.”
“YES. I will annul it and send his head to Valerius as a warning.”
Her scream ripped from her soul.
“FATHER, NO!”
He turned his back.
“You will remain locked here until the war is over. And when it ends, your marriage ends with it.”
Seraphina pressed her hand to her abdomen, where a faint ache had been stirring for days.
She whispered to herself—not to her father, not to the guards…
…but to the tiny, growing life she feared was already inside her.
“No,” she breathed.
“I will not let this world take your father from you.”
She looked toward the window, toward the battlefield forming on the horizon.
“Adrien… find me,” she whispered.
And across the war-torn valley, Adrien whispered at the same moment:
“Seraphina… I’m coming.”