Chapter 14 – Icefire Rebellion

The first arrow shattered a stained-glass window.

The second embedded itself in the wood beside Cyr’s bed.

By the time the third flew, Eileen had already thrown him to the floor.

Guards screamed in the corridors. Fire bloomed near the southern wing.

The Citadel was under attack.

Again.

But this time, they weren’t hunting just a crippled prince.

They were here for her.

—

Eileen rolled Cyr behind the overturned writing desk just as three assassins crashed through the balcony, blades gleaming with wolfsbane.

She inhaled—

And sang.

Not a word.

A *command*.

Silver resonance exploded from her throat.

The assassins staggered mid‑lunge, eyes rolling back, muscles twitching violently as if yanked by invisible chains.

One collapsed. Another dropped his blade and began sobbing.

But the third, a beta reinforced with nullifying tattoos, resisted.

Cyr surged forward with a snarl, gripping the edge of the dresser to stand.

His braces hissed as they locked his joints.