Search for the Silver-Eyed
The success in the War Room had bought me time, but it had also painted a larger, brighter target on my back. Now, everyone knew I wasn't just a political puppet; I was a piece of useful, dangerous knowledge. Rhys's hatred felt colder, sharper.
I knew the truth of my lineage was the key to this whole nightmare. Silas had called us "King-Killers," but he had also spoken of forgotten magic. Demetrius’s use of the word "prophecy" confirmed this story was real, it wasn't just rogue whispers.
If Demetrius was planning to win the war and then execute me, I needed my own weapon. That weapon lay in understanding the Silver-Eyed Rogues.
The obvious place to look was the Citadel’s massive library. It wasn't just rows of books; it was a tower of forgotten history, seale
