C414 DEAD MEMORIES

"You think the crown will save you, but it is the very thing that will pull you under," Aria said, her voice cutting through the heavy silence of the Keep’s armory.

She was standing by a rack of old spears, her fingers tracing a line in the dust that covered the floor. The Young Prince stood a few feet away, his back to her, his cloak flaring out like the wings of a predator