Shadows Before the Storm
The wind that swept through the Moonshade castle grounds felt colder than usual, whispering warnings only the wise could hear. Aurora stood in the palace courtyard beneath the fading sunlight, the hem of her cloak dancing like fire around her ankles. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her dagger—not for violence, but for grounding. She had barely slept since her confrontation with Theron. His cold words haunted her, each syllable another thread unraveling inside her chest. “You will never mean to me what she did.” That voice echoed in her ribs, gnawed at her resolve. But she wouldn’t let it paralyze her. Not anymore. Today, she would prepare for war. And not just the one on the battlefield—but the one inside these very palace walls. The War Council Theron’s throne room had tra
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