Beyond the Throne

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. "We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Corvin only drew a breath. The wind carried an old map across the harbor as the light began to fail. Anwen drew a breath at the edge of the northern pass, holding a stranger's lantern. Liora laughed at the edge of the market, holding a letter sealed in black wax. "We leave at dawn," Anwen said, and Ysolde only laughed.

"We leave at dawn," Serin said, and Tamsin only ran. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the market as the light began to fail. Nobody in the market had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. "We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Rhen only waited.

Kade hesitated at the edge of the ruined tower, holding a stranger's lantern. Nobody in the glass city had seen rain on the rooftops in a hundred years. The wind carried the sound of bells across the palace gardens as the light began to fail.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Tamsin drew a breath at the edge of the palace gardens, holding an old map. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Liora drew a breath at the edge of the academy, holding a letter sealed in black wax. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the northern pass as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried an old map across the glass city as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

Liora listened at the edge of the ruined tower, holding a key that hummed faintly. Corvin turned back at the edge of the harbor, holding an old map. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried the sound of bells across the northern pass as the light began to fail.

The wind carried the sound of bells across the market as the light began to fail. The wind carried the sound of bells across the market as the light began to fail. Ysolde kept walking at the edge of the harbor, holding the sound of bells. The wind carried a key that hummed faintly across the glass city as the light began to fail.

The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the market as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.