C412 THE SCARS OF THE INNOCENT

"You talk of crowns and bloodlines while they rot in the sun," Aria said, her voice trembling but her gaze fixed and unwavering.

She stood in the center of the war room, the stone walls vibrating with the distant hum of the Alpha Keep’s defenses. The Young Prince sat across from her, his posture regal, but his eyes betrayed a weariness that hadn't been there when they first met