The Price of Treachery

Ryanna POV

The soldier thrust the bloodied scroll into my hands, his face pale as death. My fingers trembled as I unrolled it, the parchment crackling, stained with crimson runes that pulsed faintly. Syrene growled in my mind, her ancient voice thick with disgust. "High King Galrith’s filth, Queen....

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