Chapter 30: The Forge Master

Far from the academy, deep within the grand palace, sat the king on his massive stone throne, artfully carved into intricate designs with the bones of defeated enemies lining past victories.

His face was stern, his demeanor regal. Around him stood a circle of trusted kingsmen, all robed in finery embroidered with threads of gold, each representative of their house nobles.

Thick tendrils of incense wafted through the air, infusing the great hall with an aura of mysticism.

Groaning in unison, the heavy wooden doors slowly began to open to admit an entrant-a woman who seemed to enter with purpose, her light steps commanding attention.

She was a vision of beauty, raven-black hair cascading about her shoulders in soft waves; emerald-green eyes, sharp and piercing like a blade at ready.