"Fae magic remembers what the mind forgets: bloodlines, bargains, and bonds buried in time. "
The storm had not relented, and it howled with the fury of an ancient thing, flinging salt-slicked winds across the high towers of the Fae Castle. And now, we stood on the Bridge of Stars, the only structure that linked the Castle to the mainland, watching the impossible unfold. The sea was rising and not in waves or tides. But as one like a beast unfurling its full height, dragging its weight toward the heart of Fae lands. I stood beside Lirea, her expression tight as a bowstring, unreadable. Lord Ardanis was ahead of us, robes snapping in the wind, arms folded behind his back as though he could command the sea to still by posture alone.
