BETRAYAL HEARTS, RISING FLAMES

escended like a storm. The once-hushed corridors of power now echoed with orders for

ike a map of corruption and treachery. Each name inked on the pages was a thread in Lord Rive

ctory was

pected rebels and sympathizers. Villages loyal to Alaric's cause were burned, families torn apart under the guis

of rebellion was steep, and the line between justi

ing. As Lord Riven's wife, she was expected to embody loyalty and strengt

fragile hope that still flickered between them. But her actions were a d

ceived an ominous message: a single black rose left on her ch

arning was clear: betray

evitable clash. He gathered his closest confida

falter. Every attack they make, every life they take, only strengthen

'll strike back, but carefully. No needles

argeting supply lines, intercepting communications

rk forces-assassins skilled in shadow and subterfug

ak of mist, they struc

. Arrows hissed through the air, blades flashed

ning him into a warrior fueled by both loss and hope. But even as his allies he

y, Alaric stood among the ruins of their refuge. Th

of grief, he fou

e steady despite the pain. "But he will learn that the spirit of the oppresse

also steeled her resolve. She began to work more boldly within the shadows

ayal-were now intertwined more clo

, a new force was emerging-one of blood, be