A Court of Vipers

Morning came with the chiming of bells, signaling the first gathering of the royal court since the wedding.

Prince Kaelith Veynor stood at the edge of the great hall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the noble lords and ladies filter in, their whispers slithering through the air like snakes in the grass. They were all waiting to see him. To see her.

Seraphine.

She entered moments later, dressed in deep sapphire silk, her emerald eyes cool and unreadable. The court had expected a demure, obedient bride. Instead, she moved through the room like a queen, untouched by the weight of their stares.

Kaelith knew the truth—this woman was no fragile flower. She was calculating. Every move she made was deliberate, every glance measured.

And she was keeping secrets.

King Aldric Veynor sat upon his throne, his presence a heavy shadow over the court. His voice carried over the hall, sharp as steel. "Now that the wedding has bound our kingdoms, it is time to speak of war."

A murmur rippled through the gathered lords. Kaelith felt his pulse slow, steady. He had been waiting for this.

Lord Dorian Blackwell stepped forward, his eyes flicking between Kaelith and Seraphine. "The border skirmishes have grown worse. If we do not act, Veltros will strike first."

Seraphine's expression did not change, but Kaelith saw it—the slightest tension in her fingers as she folded her hands in front of her.

She already knew this.

She had known before the court had spoken. Before the king had called this meeting.

Kaelith's jaw clenched. How?

His father turned his gaze to Seraphine. "Lady Veynor, what counsel do you offer?"

She did not falter. "War is not won in haste, Your Majesty. Veltros will expect a direct attack. Perhaps it is time we consider a quieter approach."

Her voice was smooth, controlled. But Kaelith could hear it—the slight edge beneath her words.

She was playing both sides.

His hands curled into fists.

He would uncover her secrets.

And when he did, he would not be merciful.

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