The Unraveling Truthher chest. The kingdom wasn't ruled by its king,it was ruled by the magic buried beneath it. And the prophecy? It wasn't a warning.
It was a prison.
The realization sent a chill through her. She had spent her life avoiding the whispers of fate, but now, standing before Aeric, she saw the truth 'they were meant to be bound together, not torn apart'
Aeric took a slow step toward her, his voice low and cautious. "There's more," he said. "Something my father has kept hidden. The magic isn't just ancient"it's alive"
Selene's breath caught. "Alive?"
Aeric nodded. "It chooses its own fate, its own rulers. The prophecy was designed to keep it from waking."
Selene swallowed hard. If the magic was sentient, then the kingdom's fear of witches wasn't just about power,it was about control.
And now, because of her meeting with Aeric, it was stirring.