Description
The night Thorne Blackmoor takes my pack, I watch my father fall-and I brace for my own execution.Instead, the conqueror crowns me First Advisor... and drags me into his inner circle as both hostage and symbol.Winter closes in on our territory-snow-heavy forests, torchlit corridors, and a council hall still stained with old secrets. Thorne rules with iron and fear, yet the starving storehouses reopen, patrol extortion stops, and for the first time in years my people sleep with full bellies.