Chapter Thirteen
Author: Sugar boy
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Selene awoke screaming again — this time with Julian’s laughter on her lips. Her hands burned black with shadowfire.

Adrian held her tight. “Look at me. Only me.”

Her voice trembled. “I don’t know how much longer I can.”

Victor, once Adrian’s most loyal captain, declared he could no longer serve.

“You’ve doomed us, Majesty. Every victory costs us more than defeat.”

Adrian nearly struck him, but Selene intervened. “Let him go.”

Adrian whispered, “And when he returns with a blade in his hand?”

Selene’s eyes were hollow. “Then we kill him.”

To rally the people, Adrian hosted a feast in the capital. But when Selene entered the hall, her scar pulsed, and every goblet of wine turned black ....

The crowd panicked. Some fell to their knees in worship. Others fled in terror.

Selene met Adrian’s eyes, horrified. “It’s happening, isn’t it?”

A dying seer was dragged to the throne. With her last breath, she gasped:

“The Black Wedding was only the beginning… When the scar blossoms fully, the Shadow
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