Chapter 1 — The King Is Dead
The Kingdom of Velkris had known peace for twenty-three years under the rule of King Aldric. His name was spoken with respect in every village, every fortress, and every noble hall.
But no reign lasts forever.
On the final night of autumn, the great bells of the royal palace rang across the capital.
Once.
Twice.
Then a third time.
Every soul in Velkris understood what those bells meant.
The King was dead.
Silence spread through the streets like a shadow. Merchants closed their shops. Soldiers lowered their banners. Mothers embraced their children. The kingdom mourned the man who had held it together for a generation.
Within the palace walls, however, grief was not the only guest.
Behind closed doors, whispers became bargains.
Promises became betrayals.
And loyalty was measured in gold.
As the body of King Aldric lay beneath the royal banner, Queen Morwen stood before the High Council.
Her face showed sorrow.
Her heart revealed nothing.
"The crown cannot remain without a ruler," she said. "His Majesty left no rightful heir. Until the council reaches its decision, I shall govern Velkris."
No one dared challenge her.
No one...
Except one old man whose eyes never left the king's coffin.
He knew a secret that could destroy everything.
Because somewhere beyond the mountains...
The last heir of King Aldric was still alive.