Shadows Over the Throne
The palace felt colder than usual. Not because of the weather, nor the thick mist that had settled over the capital like a mourning veil—but because something had shifted in the air. A heaviness, an unspoken dread that clung to the halls and whispered through the corridors. Aurora stood alone at the edge of the training grounds, her cloak billowing in the sharp breeze. The sun was low in the sky, casting burnt-orange rays over the field where warriors once trained, now deserted. War drums hadn’t sounded yet, but everyone was bracing. The kingdom was holding its breath. She gripped the hilt of her dagger tightly, her jaw clenched. “Kael should be here by now,” she muttered under her breath. But he wasn’t. He had left early that morning for a scouting mission near the southern border, w
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