Ashborn Chapter 16
A feast for the Courts. A proclamation no one expected. The Ashborn rise—not just in fire, but in blood and lineage.
The bell’s chime faded as Veyrakh’s hand, resting on the small of my back, guided me up the steps of the dais, and then pulled out my chair. I was about to sit, when the herald stepped forward, his staff striking the stone with a sharp, ringing crack. The hall quieted and all eyes were on us.
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