The Distant Crown
The feast in the Hall of Whispers smelled of roasted boar and old stone. King Aldric sat at the head of the table, his hand hovering over the Treaty of Silence. The parchment was thin, translucent, and stained with the wax of the High Court’s seal. He wanted to sign it. He wanted the border wars to end. He wanted his daughter, Elara, to grow up without the sound of war drums in her sleep. But...
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