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WHISPERS OF THE LOST HEIR
Author: OZOMATA
last update2025-08-29 21:08:35

The palace of Aramore no longer glowed like a jewel of light. Its torches burned dim, its once-proud banners hung torn and blood-stained. The festival that was meant to bind the kingdom in joy had ended in screams and shadows. Now, the courtyards smelled of smoke and iron, of spilled wine and spilled blood.

Healers rushed through the corridors, carrying the wounded. Nobles huddled together, whispering about omens, curses, and betrayal. Servants scrubbed at the marble floors where stains of battle refused to vanish.

In the throne room, King Aldren sat slumped upon the great seat of gold and obsidian, his crown crooked upon his head. His once-commanding voice was reduced to weary silence as his council argued before him.

“The people are afraid,” one minister said. “They demand answers. They believe the Shadow Seer’s curse has marked the royal family.”

Another added, “Already the merchants whisper of fleeing trade routes. Villages will rise in panic if we do not show strength.”

But the K
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  • THE FLAME AND THE SHADOW

    The storm raged as though the heavens themselves mourned the fate of Aramore.The Shadow Court’s black banners snapped in the wind below the walls, their legions swarming like ants, their masked leader riding at the front with an aura of unearthly dread. The rebels of Eastmarch marched beside them, their betrayal written in steel and fire.On the ramparts, Kayan tightened his grip on his sword. The hilt was slick with rain, yet it felt as though the weight of generations had settled in his palm. His heart thundered, not with fear, but with the certainty that destiny had led him to this very moment.Behind him, Selene placed a hand on his shoulder. “My son, whatever happens, know that your mother’s love shields you even where steel cannot.” Her eyes glistened, but her voice held no tremor.On his other side, Liora stood with her amulet glowing faintly at her chest, its golden light pulsing like a heartbeat. Her eyes met Kayan’s, and in them he found not fear, but a fierce, steady fire.

  • THE SIEGE OF SHADOWS

    The storm broke over Aramore before dawn.Rain lashed against the palace walls, drumming like war drums on the ramparts. Thunder cracked across the sky, and each flash of lightning revealed the sprawling city below the twisting streets, the rooftops gleaming with water, and in the far distance, the faint orange glow of fires.From his chamber balcony, Kayan watched the flames spread, his jaw tight, his hands clenched on the cold stone rail. The bells of the city tolled frantically. This was no accident of nature. The Shadow Court had begun its move.Behind him, Selene’s voice trembled. “It has begun.”Kayan turned. His mother stood pale and rigid, her hands gripping her cloak as though it alone kept her standing. Althea was with her, already dressed in leather armor, her hair tied back in a warrior’s knot.“Yes,” Kayan said. “It has begun.”The council chamber was chaos. Nobles shouted over one another, voices clashing like steel on steel. The maps of Aramore were spread across the ta

  • A KINGDOM DIVIDED

    The bells of Eastmarch tolled low and mournful, their echoes drifting across the countryside. From the palace windows of Aramore, Kayan could hear them faintly, a ghostly lament carried by the morning wind. Lord Theon’s funeral procession had left at dawn, a line of carriages draped in black banners, a trail of ashes behind them.The nobles had departed with stiff faces and murmured prayers, but in their eyes, Kayan had seen something sharper than grief. Suspicion. Calculation.He stood in the council chamber now, the sunlight spilling across maps of the kingdom spread over a long oak table. The red wax seals marking border provinces seemed to bleed into the parchment.King Aldren leaned heavily on the table’s edge, his fingers gripping the wood as though to steady himself. His once commanding presence seemed dimmed these past weeks. The lines on his face deepened daily, his voice more often caught in bouts of coughing.“The provinces are restless,” Aldren rasped, gesturing toward the

  • WHISPERS OF THE DEAD

    The palace of Aramore had seen centuries of blood, but the night Lord Theon was found murdered, the air itself seemed to sour. The corridors, once gilded with torchlight, felt like the throat of some great beast swallowing its prey. Guards doubled their patrols, their boots clanging on marble, while whispers ran like poison through the servant halls.Kayan stood over the body in Lord Theon’s chamber. The old noble lay sprawled across silken sheets, his once proud face pale and slack, eyes wide as if staring into the void. But it was his chest that stole the breath from the room.Carved into his flesh was a jagged, spiraling mark the sigil of the Shadow Court.Kayan’s fists clenched. He had seen that mark only once before, in the heat of battle when Mirantha’s assassins had revealed their allegiance. He thought it had died with her. Clearly, he was wrong.King Aldren entered, flanked by Queen Selene and two captains. His expression was grim, his jaw clenched tight as he surveyed the sc

  • THE WEIGHT OF A CROWN

    The golden banners of Aramore still fluttered from the grand celebration of the lost prince’s return. The city below the palace thrummed with music, laughter, and the clinking of mugs in taverns as common folk toasted to the Flame of Kings restored. But within the high walls of the royal court, the echoes of joy had already begun to thin, replaced by whispers, doubts, and the slow sharpening of knives in shadows.Kayan stood on the palace balcony at dawn, the cool wind tugging at his cloak. From here, the entire city unfolded before him stone streets, domes glittering with morning dew, and beyond that, the vast green plains stretching into mist. It was beautiful, breathtaking, and yet, heavy.He had scrubbed these stones once, bent low with a broom, ignored by the same nobles who now bowed with forced smiles. He should have felt triumph. Instead, his chest ached with unease.Behind him, the door creaked open.“You should rest more, Kayan.”It was Liora. Her voice was gentle, but her e

  • THE CROWN OF ASHES

    The palace of Aramore stood at the heart of the kingdom, its spires cutting into the sky like spears of defiance. But tonight, those spires were shrouded in smoke. Fire licked the horizon, and drums of war echoed from beyond the walls. The kingdom itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the end of a story written in blood.For nineteen years, Kayan had been the lost son, the boy cast out into the darkness. Now, he stood on the edge of destiny not only as heir, but as the thread upon which the fate of thousands hung. And he knew, deep down, that the night ahead would decide everything.The Calm Before the StormThe council chamber was silent except for the crackle of torches. King Aldren sat at the head of the long table, his crown heavy, his shoulders weary. Beside him, Queen Selene’s eyes reflected both hope and dread.Kayan stood before them, armor strapped to his chest, sword at his side. Liora hovered near him, refusing to be parted from him even in these final hours.“They

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