Amara
I didn’t sleep.
Not really.
Every time I closed my eyes, the visions returned—fire, screaming, that terrible crown melting in sacred flame. And always, the child’s scream echoed through me like a blade, slicing through bone and spirit. A girl. Our daughter.
Lucian was still asleep beside me, arm draped over my waist, jaw clenched even in rest. He’d held me close the entire night, his warmth anchoring me, as if he could shield me even in my dreams.
But some things could not be shielded against.
I rose from the bed quietly, pulling on my robe and walking barefoot across the stone floor. Outside, dawn had just begun to creep across the sky, brushing the mountains with lavender and gold.
I needed answers.
I needed truth.
The Seer’s tower was quiet when I arrived, the guards nodd
