The crown of Shadow's and desire

r echoing off the golden walls. At the center of it all stood Princess Lyanna, a vision of regality in her ceremonial gown, her crown sh

randeur, Lyanna's

ving the ancient blessing that would bind her soul to the kingdom. The sacred pendant, a talisman of the royal blo

n, she

e hood of a royal guard. His eyes locked on hers-an icy blue, filled with inten

anoint her, the pendant glowing faintly in his grasp. But Lyanna's focus remained

t before she could, the doors to the hal

rds drawn, their cries of rebellion shatt

fell with a cry. In an instant, the stranger in black was at her side, his sword

commanded, his v

one. Who was this man? An ally or an enemy? His pre

ng her to her feet just as another rebel

as the throne room descended into b

shadows-leaving behind her crown, her desti