Chapter 93 The Face Beneath The Mask
- The shadows stretched long over the western courtyard.
- A chill rode the dusk wind as Espen stood in the high turret, watching her soldiers below train under the golden bleed of sunset. Her court had grown. Warriors from shattered lands, mages who’d once hidden in fear, and generals loyal only to her banner. They called her Queen of Flame and Bone now.
- She didn’t laugh at the title anymore.