Gideon bowed once. “It will be done, My Queen.”
Caleb knew the legends of the Frost Keep. The prison was carved into a living glacier at the edge of the world, where there was no sunrise to mark the days.
Its ice took a prisoner's magic first, then the wolf, then the soul over the course of centuries. What remained was an empty shell that could still remember its name.
“No! Not there!” He clawed at the floor and dragged his broken knee behind him. “Anything but that!”
Elara gave no sign that she heard him. Tears had cut tracks through the grime on her face, yet her eyes remained fixed on the Starlight Crown.
Even with Caleb begging beside her and Royal Guards closing in, she crawled toward the prize she had wanted since entering the hall.
With a hoarse cry, she lunged and closed her
