Whispers in the Throne Room
The war drums had stopped, but the echoes of dread still pulsed through the air like a second heartbeat. Aurora stood at the edge of the northern balcony, the wind teasing the hem of her black cloak as she stared into the forest that surrounded the palace walls. The moon was high and swollen, casting silver shadows over the blood-stained earth below. A new silence had fallen—a silence too heavy to be peace. The last few days had been a whirlwind. Preparations. Training. Strategizing with Theron’s generals and Kael’s quiet, haunting insights. But nothing could prepare her for the weight of command—of power that demanded choices, sacrifices, and constant vigilance. Aurora exhaled sharply, her hand resting over the wolf crest etched into the cold stone railing. She wasn’t the same girl who
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