Chapter 6

The freezing isolation of the East Wing was almost a relief after the suffocating heat of the Spire.

Kaelia sat on the edge of her narrow, uncomfortable bed, a small leather satchel open beside her. Her movements were slow, entirely mechanical. Every time she reached for an object—a spa

Chapter 7

The creeping dawn brought no warmth to the East Wing. It bled through the frost-rimmed windows, casting a sickly, pale light over the desolate stone corridors.

"You have to hold on just a little longer," Kaelia whispered, resting a pale, trembling hand over the swell of her stomach. Ben

Chapter 8

"Guards!"

Rhydian’s roar shook the very foundations of the East Wing, rattling the glass in the high arched windows and sending a tremor through the marble floors.

Within seconds, half a dozen heavily armored Obsidian guards flooded the landing. They froze at the sight of their King k