Chapter 8 The Weight of the oaths

Astrielle’s P.O.V.

I stand on the stone ledge of the tower feeling the wind tugging at my messy dark brown hair as I stare out over the academy grounds.

The mark on my left arm still tingles faintly beneath my sleeve.

Zephyrion, Rylan, and Cassian surround me in this hidden spot. The morning ...

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