Thorns of the crown

e: Shadows

g faintly in the moonlight. The cloak wrapped around her shoulders bore no sigil, no crest-just like the woman bene

watchtower. Seraphine had been scouting the nearby roads, watching for the royal pat

es thundered through the trees. A column of armored men cu

Alaric

f his jaw, the sharpness in his gaze. He sat astride his warhorse lik

reath caught.

m f

as dragged through the palace square, head bowed, accused of crimes he hadn't commi

A swift throw of the blade. Justice could be

d up-directly at

hine

e see

e hilt of his sword. His sharp eyes scanned t

e turn

lumn p

a breath she hadn't re

ince," she whisp