The wind howled against the walls of Ravenswatch.
Snow beat relentlessly against the narrow windows as if the mountain itself wished to bury the fortress beneath ice.
Inside the King’s private study, a fire crackled softly.
King Aldren stood before the hearth, staring into the flames.
Alistair, Evadne, Sir Roland, and Lord Elias Ravenscroft sat around a circular oak table.
For the first time in years…
The King’s closest allies had gathered for one purpose.
To discover who had poisoned the Crown Prince.
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A worn leather ledger lay open on the table.
Lord Elias carefully adjusted his spectacles.
“This…”
he said quietly,
“…is the physician’s register.”
He turned several brittle pages.
“It records every treatment administered to His Highness during the first six months of his il
