Chapter 35: A Pact of Flame

There are doors even queens must knock on.

The entrance to the Crimson Vow stronghold was not carved or gilded. No throne of marble. No war banners. Just a black gate sunk into the mountainside, rimmed in old ash and guarded by silence.

The air was thin here—mountain high, frost-cut, and old.

Luc...

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