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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe room was magnificent in the way predators were magnificent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Towering black pillars rose toward painted ceilings depicting centuries of royal victories. Golden chandeliers burned overhead like captured stars. Colored light from the stained-glass windows painted blood-red patterns across the marble floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And at the center sat the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unforgiving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Aldric watched him from above with unreadable eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Beside the throne stood Prince Cedric, dressed in silver royal armor polished so brightly it reflected the flames around him. The prince looked handsome, proud, and deeply cruel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias had met men like him before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Men born into power often mistook inherited privilege for strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whispers spread immediately through the hall as Elias walked forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe\u2019s just a boy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey say he killed twelve men at Vareth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026 twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias ignored them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He knelt before the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because he respected kings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because old habits survived long after people buried them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That small movement did not escape King Aldric\u2019s notice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old king leaned forward slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Interesting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy knelt like nobility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No awkwardness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Almost instinctive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric noticed too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis?\u201d the prince scoffed loudly. \u201cThis starving stray frightened the northern armies?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few nobles laughed nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias remained silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric\u2019s smile sharpened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI expected someone larger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was large enough to save your western defenses,\u201d General Rowan Vale said from nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room quieted immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unlike most men present, Rowan had actually fought wars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And soldiers listened when veterans stopped joking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Aldric raised one hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence followed instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStand,\u201d the king ordered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias obeyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For several long moments, the old king studied him carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gray eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not empty silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Controlled silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like a man constantly deciding how much truth the world deserved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aldric suddenly remembered another face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another knight standing beneath stormlight decades earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lucien Veyrath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The realization struck him so hard his chest tightened painfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not resemblance of appearance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same refusal to perform for powerful men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same terrifying stillness before violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou defended Vareth Gate alone?\u201d Aldric asked quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou understand most men consider that impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias looked briefly toward the windows overlooking the storming sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMost men weren\u2019t there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Several older knights exchanged uneasy glances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not arrogance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric folded his arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTell us then,\u201d the prince sneered. \u201cHow does an orphan defeat trained soldiers?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias met his gaze calmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey die like everyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hall fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few nobles shifted uncomfortably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the boy spoke about death the way sailors discussed weather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without drama.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Aldric stepped down slowly from the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old king moved carefully now. Age had not defeated him yet, but it had begun negotiations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy defend this kingdom?\u201d he asked suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That question changed everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even Cedric frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because politics hid inside every word spoken within the throne hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rumors surrounding Elias had spread dangerously across the lower districts already. Refugees idolized him. Soldiers respected him. Farmers called him \u201cthe Storm Knight\u201d in secret tavern conversations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One wrong answer could start rebellion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elias surprised everyone by answering honestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause innocent people live here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The simplicity hit the room harder than any speech.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric laughed mockingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA noble answer from a nameless gutter rat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the older knights weren\u2019t laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Neither was Rowan Vale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because they had heard words like that before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Lucien Veyrath himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The legendary knight the monarchy later branded traitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silence in the hall deepened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then King Aldric turned away unexpectedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He walked past the ceremonial weapons beside the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Past jeweled swords and golden spears carried by generations of kings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Toward an old storage chest beneath faded eastern banners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Confused murmurs spread through the nobles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Rowan looked uncertain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king opened the chest himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dust rose into the torchlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside rested a sword wrapped in ancient cloth stained by salt and age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The blade looked pathetic when Aldric lifted it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rust covered much of the sheath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The leather grip appeared nearly destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric actually laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou cannot be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Rowan suddenly went pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because he recognized the shape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king returned slowly toward Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis sword,\u201d Aldric announced quietly, \u201cbelonged to a knight who once protected this kingdom when few others could.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hall listened carefully now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric held out the ruined blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI believe it belongs elsewhere now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias accepted it carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment his fingers touched the grip\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n every candle nearest him extinguished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The temperature dropped sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wind slammed against the stained-glass windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Several nobles stumbled backward in panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And beneath the rust near the guard\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n silver runes appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Faint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Glowing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rowan whispered hoarsely before he could stop himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric looked confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody answered immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because fear had entered the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally Rowan forced the words out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cVeyrath steel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne room froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even after fifteen years, the name still carried power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lucien Veyrath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hero of the Black Winter Campaign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The knight who held the northern coast alone against invading fleets while storms swallowed entire armadas whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Officially, he later betrayed the crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unofficially\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n many soldiers believed the crown betrayed him first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric frowned sharply at his father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou kept it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because there was no safe answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias looked down at the sword quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Warmth pulsed beneath the ruined leather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like touching something asleep that suddenly remembered him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The blade shifted slightly inside the sheath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only Rowan noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And terror flooded the old general instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because ancient stories claimed Veyrath steel responded only to blood descendants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric stepped forward angrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is madness. He\u2019s nobody.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lightning flashed beyond the stained-glass windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For one brief second, silver reflected across the rusted blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not rust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Concealment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Aldric saw it too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And in that terrible moment, the old king realized the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had not chosen Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sword had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, the palace changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Servants whispered in corridors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soldiers gathered quietly in barracks speaking the Veyrath name aloud for the first time in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And somewhere deep beneath the palace, King Aldric sat alone beside the fire holding an old letter with trembling hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had burned every other copy decades earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But never this one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because guilt survives flames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The handwriting belonged to Lucien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If you ever see my son, do not let Cedric become king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Outside, thunder rolled above the sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone knocked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEnter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rowan stepped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old knight looked disturbed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe knows nothing,\u201d Rowan said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI watched him train today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric looked up sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou watched him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rowan hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then answered honestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe fights exactly like Lucien.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence filled the chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fire cracked softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally Aldric spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen heaven help us all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias woke before dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Years of sleeping outdoors had trained his body never to trust comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He sat quietly beside the small chamber window overlooking the cliffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sea below roared violently against black rocks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Storm coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He could feel it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sword rested nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even now, faint silver glowed beneath the rust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A knock interrupted his thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric entered without waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two royal guards remained outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince smiled coldly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019ve caused quite a stir.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric walked slowly around the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father enjoys collecting wounded strays.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou think soldiers worship you now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou think carrying that sword makes you important?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias finally looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The answer came instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause your father asked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something dangerous flickered across Cedric\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jealousy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not of Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Men like Cedric could survive hatred easier than irrelevance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou know what I think?\u201d the prince whispered. \u201cI think you\u2019re another peasant pretending to be a legend.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias leaned back slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd I think you\u2019ve never fought anyone who didn\u2019t fear your last name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric\u2019s hand moved instantly toward his sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chamber door burst open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Aldric stood there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old king looked exhausted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric stepped back reluctantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric dismissed him with one sharp look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince left without another word, though hatred burned visibly behind his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When the door closed, silence returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Aldric spoke quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWalk with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The cliffs north of the palace were nearly deserted in winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gray waves exploded against the rocks far below while icy wind screamed endlessly across the coastline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric walked slowly beside Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Neither spoke for some time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally the king stopped near the cliff edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you know why Lucien Veyrath died?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias froze slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not visibly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Interesting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou knew him?\u201d Elias asked carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI loved him,\u201d the king answered softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That shocked Elias more than expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric stared toward the sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe was my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The world suddenly tilted sideways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king continued quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen our father died, the throne passed to me. Lucien never cared about crowns. He cared about people.\u201d A bitter smile crossed Aldric\u2019s face. \u201cThat made the people love him more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The wind howled violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCedric\u2019s mother feared rebellion,\u201d Aldric continued. \u201cShe convinced the court Lucien planned to overthrow the crown.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd did he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The answer came instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Painfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric looked older suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo you betrayed him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence stretched between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Elias asked the question he had carried his entire life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow did he die?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric looked at him carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho told you he did?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old king stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe never found Lucien\u2019s body.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The wind seemed to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For years Elias had survived on fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A dying woman\u2019s whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A medallion hidden beneath floorboards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But never certainty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric\u2019s voice lowered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLucien disappeared during the Northern Purges.\u201d The king studied Elias carefully. \u201cThree days later, a child vanished from Blackmere village.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias felt cold suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou know,\u201d Aldric whispered, \u201cyou have your father\u2019s eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything inside Elias stopped moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sea roared below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm overhead deepened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And somewhere far away, memories surfaced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A man laughing beside crashing waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Strong hands lifting him onto shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A silver sword glowing beneath lightning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias staggered backward slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric listened from the shadows beyond the cliff path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And hatred consumed him completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, the prince acted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He gathered loyal guards beneath the eastern towers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s manipulating the king,\u201d Cedric hissed. \u201cIf the court discovers Veyrath blood survived, half the kingdom will support him instantly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n One captain looked nervous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour Highness\u2026 if the king ordered\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am the future king.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Cedric gave the order.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKill him before dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias sensed them immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Six men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Moving quietly outside his chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Professional.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Assassins, not guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sword beside him vibrated softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Warning him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door exploded inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Steel flashed through darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias moved instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first attacker died before understanding what happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rusted sword left its sheath for the first time in fifteen years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silver light erupted across the chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The blade wasn\u2019t rusted at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was beautiful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient runes burned like moonlight across polished steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second assassin screamed as lightning burst through the windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm had arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias fought like memory itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Precise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Terrifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instinct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Within seconds, blood covered the chamber floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The final assassin fled into the corridor in panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe Veyrath heir!\u201d he screamed. \u201cHe\u2019s alive!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The palace erupted into chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bells rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soldiers flooded the halls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thunder shook the towers overhead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And at the center of it all stood Elias holding the awakened Sword of Tides while silver runes illuminated the darkness around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every soldier who saw him froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because legends had returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric panicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s turning them against us!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But King Aldric no longer looked afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old king faced the throne room balcony overlooking gathered soldiers below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands had awakened from the chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And now they stared upward at Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The resemblance to Lucien was undeniable now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not just appearance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric drew his sword suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019d hand the kingdom to him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric looked sadly at his son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI tried handing it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince\u2019s face twisted with fury.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou weak old fool.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Cedric attacked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Steel flashed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric barely blocked the first strike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second cut across his shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soldiers shouted below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias moved instantly toward the throne steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Aldric raised one hand sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old king stood slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blood stained royal robes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time in decades, something fierce returned to his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou wanted the throne?\u201d Aldric whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric lunged again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king disarmed him instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One brutal movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old muscle memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric fell hard across the marble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shock filled his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because for years he had believed age weakened his father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He forgot old lions still had teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric pointed the sword downward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were never meant to inherit the crown.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hall fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric looked horrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric\u2019s voice cracked slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother lied to us both.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince stared blankly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe feared Lucien\u2019s bloodline more than death.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias suddenly understood first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCedric\u2026 you are Lucien\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne room exploded into stunned silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric stumbled backward like he\u2019d been struck physically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother and Lucien loved each other before the purges.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince\u2019s breathing became ragged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe hid the truth to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything shattered at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric\u2019s hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His jealousy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His entire identity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias stared at him in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not enemies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm outside roared violently as realization spread across the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rightful heirs to Arkenfall stood facing each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And neither had known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric\u2019s sword trembled in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tears filled his eyes instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not weakness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy whole life\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric lowered his weapon slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI failed both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then something unexpected happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias stepped forward and held out the Sword of Tides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To Cedric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire hall froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elias answered quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEnding this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prince looked at the blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at Elias.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then finally at the soldiers below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time in his life, he truly saw them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not subjects.<\/p>\n\n\n\n People.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The realization broke something inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cedric dropped to his knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And began crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not like a prince.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like a lost child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spring arrived slowly to Arkenfall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Snow melted from the cliffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ships returned to the harbors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And for the first time in years, the kingdom no longer whispered in 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