Morwenna's POV
Chaos was no longer distant.
The moment Elda and I burst out of the underground passage, smoke filled our lungs. Screams echoed from the eastern wing. Steel clashed. The palace was under siege.
Aedric had not waited for diplomacy or blood rites. He had sent his rogues like hounds off their leash, and now they tore through stone and flesh alike.
We ran through the outer halls, past shattered doors and crumpled guards. Elda wielded her cane like a blade, knocking a rogue clean off his feet. I didn’t have her grace or speed, but I had rage. And rage moved fast.
A soldier lunged from the shadows, his teeth bared, blood painting his chest. I didn’t flinch. I slammed the obsidian shard into his side. He screamed as the magic surged from the blade into his ribs, dropping him l
