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The chains beneath Blackthorne Palace had held for one hundred and eighty-three years. Long enough for the kingdom to forget why they existed. Long enough for royal…

Cold Atlantic wind rattles the stained-glass windows of Blackthorne Castle as the camera slowly tracks behind King Alaric walking alone through dim royal corridors lit only by…

The palace of Aethelgard had already begun mourning before the King actually died. By midnight, the western corridors smelled of candle smoke, medicine, and fear hidden beneath…

Rain hammered the harbor of Dunmere hard enough to blur the Atlantic horizon into gray smoke. Fishing vessels rocked violently against the docks while sailors hurried through…

The royal galleon Sovereign of Tides cut through the Atlantic night like a blade dragged across black silk. Storm waves hammered the hull relentlessly while freezing rain…

The golden towers of Aethelgard were built to intimidate enemies approaching from the Atlantic coast. From miles away, ships entering the royal harbor could see sunlight burning…

The fortress of Blackmere stood above the Atlantic cliffs like a wound carved into stone. Storms had battered its walls for nearly four hundred years without breaking…

The royal guards doubled their watch after the third assassination attempt. Archers lined the western towers of Blackthorne Castle day and night. Every servant entering the palace…

Snow had followed King Alaric all the way from the northern Atlantic campaigns. It clung to the fur lining of his cloak and melted slowly across steel…