“Every crown is bought with blood. The question is, whose?”
I knew war was inevitable.I just didn’t expect it to come from within.
The First Blow
The throne room was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that came with peace, but the kind that settled before a storm.
Maren had arrived breathless, his face pale with urgency and something dangerously close to fear.
"Asher," he exhaled, voice tight. "We have a problem."
Asher stiffened at my side, his posture shifting from controlled tension to something sharper. "What happened?"
Maren’s gaze flickered toward me before he slid a letter onto the war table.It was sealed.But not with Verauno’s crest.
I stepped forward, my fingers curling around the parchment as I carefully broke the wax. The moment my eyes scanned the first line, my breath hit
