The Crown of Curses

Previously

…As Kael turned to leave the forge, Elara’s gaze fell back to the locket in her hand. The portrait of her mother seemed to offer a silent, encouraging smile. The weight of the world, and of a kingdom’s fate, had just been placed squarely on her shoulders. The forge, her sanctuary, felt suddenly small. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness and uncertainty, but for the first time, Elara felt a stir of something beyond fear. It was the faint, fragile whisper of purpose. The blacksmith’s secret was out, and a queen, however reluctant, was about to be forged.