Before dawn, Alaric knocked softly on Kaelira’s chamber door.
She had barely slept.
The declaration of war from Ironclaw still weighed heavily on her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw kingdoms preparing for battle because of her.
When she opened the door, her father was already dressed for a journey.
“There is something you need to see,” he said quietly.
“Something no Blood Sovereign has seen in a thousand years.”
Kaelira studied him for a moment before nodding.
Without another word, she followed him.
Ronan insisted on accompanying them, but Alaric gently shook his head.
“Not this time.”
“This path belongs only to my daughter.”
Ronan looked at Kaelira.
“I’ll be here when you return.”
She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the ancient corrid
