The corridors of Ravenswatch were unusually quiet.
The Royal Council had adjourned hours earlier, yet an uneasy tension lingered within the ancient fortress. Servants whispered among themselves, guards doubled their patrols, and every passing glance seemed filled with silent questions.
No one knew what the King intended.
No one dared ask.
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Evadne stood alone on the balcony outside her chamber, watching snow drift over the Frostfang Mountains.
The world below was breathtaking.
White forests stretched endlessly beneath the cliffs, while ravens circled the tower, their cries swallowed by the wind.
Yet despite the beauty…
Her thoughts remained troubled.
The old scholar.
Lord Elias Ravenscroft.
The way he had looked at her during the council meeting…
Not with suspicion.
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