The full moon rose, pale and wide over the ceremonial courtyard. Silver light bathed everything—banners, armor, and eyes full of suspicion.
Cassian stood at the king's right, cloak damp with nerves. Irene, still veiled, lingered at the edge of the dignitary line.
The king lifted the chalice. “Tonight, Goldclaw renews its bond to blood, moon, and crown."
Irene's pulse pounded.
Cassian stepped forward suddenly. “Wait."
Every head turned.
The king frowned. “Speak, Lord Cassian."
Cassian's voice was steady, but his hand trembled at his side. “Before we drink, I must confess something. To the court. And to the crown."
Thorne hissed under his breath. “Don't you dare—"
Cassian ignored him. “Years ago, during a purge at Riverbend, I was saved by a nameless girl. She was not a soldier. Not
