The quill stayed raised. The page stayed empty. Vihaan listened for the next breath. It did not come on the count he expected. He let his eyes lift from the notched horn to the long lowered curve of her face, and only then to her open eye, which had been waiting for him. “How do […]

The huntsman’s lips parted. The word did not come out clean. “Princess —” It was barely a word. More breath than sound. But the page boy by the arrow basket heard it, and his head came up like a deer’s. The girl heard it too. Her fingers stopped on the daisy knot. She lifted her […]

She did not finish the word. The wyvern closed its golden eye, slowly, the way a person closes their eyes when they have been waiting a long time to be allowed to rest. “How,” Ysolde whispered. “How do you know that.” “Eat the bread, Ysolde.” “How do you—” “Eat the bread. Please.” She had never […]

Wren stood with the jug in her hands and waited. The baron’s ring-hand hovered over the cup he had set down. His eyes had not left the pendant at her throat. Around the long table, the hush moved outward in slow rings — first the guests nearest him, then the middle benches, then even the […]

Larrian took one step forward and the broken clay of the wine cup ground under his boot. He did not look down. He could not look anywhere except at the red cord on the girl’s wrist, the small wooden wolf bouncing once against the bone of her arm as her hand trembled. The beast was […]

The Dowager Duchess’s hand stayed at her mouth a long time. Below her, in the courtyard, the houndsman had stopped with the mallet at the top of its swing. He was looking at the dog. He had known that dog since the dog was a pup in a basket, and he had never, in forty […]

The sword tip sank into the snow up to the hilt, and General Voren did not move to pick it up. His men had never seen him stand still like that. Not once. Not in twenty years of campaigns. “Sir?” Tomas whispered. Voren did not answer him. He took one step forward. Then another. The […]

The rod never came down. The wolfhound at Tomás’s feet rose — slowly, without sound — and stood between the bailiff and the boy. Its hackles did not lift. It did not bare its teeth. It simply stood, shoulders level with the bailiff’s belt, amber eyes fixed on the rod. The bailiff stepped back. His […]

One small, certain step. Then another. Hattie pressed her back against the warm iron of the stove and held her breath. She did not call out. She did not guide him. She just stood there in the column of golden light, letting her boy come to her the way a sailor comes to shore in […]

…just like Finn looks now. Bjorn’s voice dropped so low it was almost only breath. “His name was Aric,” he said. “He was my brother. Not by blood. By oath.” Finn’s small fingers tightened around the iron. “We raided a steading on the south shore. I was nineteen. Stupid. Drunk on what I thought was […]