The bells of Ravenswatch rang from dawn until dusk.
Not in mourning.
Not in warning.
But in celebration.
For the first time in many years, the kingdom had reason to rejoice.
The First Trial had restored hope to Frosthold.
The Second Trial had strengthened the eastern frontier.
The princes had returned safely.
And the people believed the future of Mournvale was brighter than it had been in years.
From every district of the capital, banners bearing the silver raven fluttered proudly in the spring breeze.
The Great Square overflowed with merchants, musicians, soldiers, and villagers who had traveled from distant provinces simply to witness the royal celebration.
For one day…
Politics would be forgotten.
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Inside Ravenswatch Palace, servants hurried through the halls carrying sil
