Crimson Cradle

Previously

…I looked at the carved bird again, its silent flight a cruel taunt. My own wings felt clipped, my freedom a distant memory. Seraphina had made her move, a subtle, insidious act designed to undermine my safety and Valerius’s control. And I, Elara, the slayer, was trapped in the heart of the beast’s den, with betrayal lurking in the shadows, and a king’s obsession as my only, terrifying companion. The choice of darkness, it seemed, was not just mine to make, but was being forced upon me, one treacherous step at a time.