The revelation of Astra’s existence changed everything. I was no longer a ward of the King; I was a mother in a race against time. Every minute, my sons spent in those sub-levels was a minute closer to their destruction.
The following day, I played the part of the dutiful queen. I sat with Malakai in the Great Hall, listening to him drone on about the “purity of the bloodline” and the “unification of the northern tribes.” I watched him with a false smile, even as I mapped every guard rotation and every exit in the Spire.
“You seem... agreeable today, Elara,” Malakai said, swirling a glass of wine that looked like liquid rubies. “I was told you were a firebrand. Perhaps the North has finally cooled your blood.”
“I am a mother, High King,” I said, my voice steady. “I want what is best for
