Kaelith's fingers tightened around the parchment, his expression unreadable.
Seraphine rose from the bed, wrapping a robe around herself before stepping closer. "Who sent the message?"
"A name I do not recognize," Kaelith murmured, handing her the letter. "But the message is clear—our enemies are moving."
Seraphine scanned the letter quickly. The words were sharp, concise:
Your kingdom stands on the edge of war. Allies you trust may already be lost. Prepare for what is coming—or be consumed by it.
No signature. No crest she recognized.
But the warning was undeniable.
She met Kaelith's gaze. "What do you plan to do?"
Kaelith smirked, though there was no amusement in it. "What I do best. Strike first."
Seraphine arched a brow. "And if this is a trap?"
"Then we let them think we've taken the bait," Kaelith murmured, stepping closer. His voice dropped lower, meant only for her ears. "But you and I will set the real trap."
Seraphine held his gaze, understanding passing between them.
Their private battles could wait.
For now, they had a war to win.
To be continued…
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