Chapter 29 – Alric’s Choice
The Great Hall of Velandria pulsed with ritual magic and expectation.
Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass dome, bathing the court in jeweled hues. Crimson banners fluttered overhead, each bearing the golden crest of House Valenhart—phoenix wings embracing a crown of thorns. Beneath the dais, nobles from across the continent assembled, adorned in silks and armor alike, waiting for the royal selection to end with a declaration that would shape the fate of the realm.
Eira stood between Corvina of Thareth and Lady Naela of Ithiral, her hands cold, heart thundering. She could feel Selis stirring beneath her skin like smoke trying to ignite.
Across the hall, Alric approached the dais in full regalia—sable and silver, his sword at his hip, and the sigil of
