The moon had barely risen when the message came.

Three words carved into charred bark, delivered by a scout whose eyes were wide with fear.

“The Throne Awaits.”

It was unsigned.

But I didn’t need a name.

I felt it in my blood.

Henry.

“He didn’t leave a note?” I asked Ryan, pacing the war tent like a caged wolf.

Ryan shook his head. “He left with no one. No guards. Just gone.”

My chest tightened. “Why would he leave without telling me?”

Elder Emily ...