Chapter 93: A Fractured Peace

The air in Winter's Crown was crisp with the onset of early winter, the faint chill carrying a quiet weight as if the city itself held its breath. The streets bustled with life, but an undercurrent of unease lingered. Despite the capture of Marek and the dismantling of the final rebel stronghold, the kingdom was far from stable.

Damien stood in the war room, his steel-gray eyes scanning the latest reports. Amara leaned against the edge of the table, idly spinning one of her daggers, while Carys sat nearby, her green eyes narrowing as she read through intercepted messages.

"It's quieter than I expected," Amara said, her tone light but edged with suspicion. "No retaliation, no whispers of regrouping... it doesn't feel right."

Damien nodded, his jaw tightening. "Marek was the last major player, but we're dealing with more than just a rebellion. The cracks in the kingdom are still there, and if we don't address them, someone else will exploit them."