Chapter 90 No Crown Without Blood

• Smoke still hung in the air outside the estate’s gates like the breath of a dying god. The fires had been put out, the bodies cleared, but the city hadn’t forgotten the blood Amara spilled to keep her crown. And she didn’t want them to.
• She stood at the tall windows of the war room, robe clinging to her skin like it didn’t want to let go of last night. Her bruises were healing, but the fire in her chest burned brighter than ever. Outside, the city trembled under her watch. And beside her, Lucien remained her anchor—wounded, scarred, and hers.
• Cassian entered first, followed by Delia and two new faces Amara didn’t recognize. But their postures spoke. Men who knew fear. Men who came to kneel before the one who survived every war they wagered.