ana

my wrists with her icy, trembling hand

ctuary, you are our Fourth Madame. You heard Maester Arthur

warlord on the ice bed. How was I supposed t

that channeling life force into a body poisoned by cold iron can trigge

ask for sacrifices in vain. Keep him alive, or bear his heir, and the Platinum A

ed, though I kep

fined Mana-Crystals beyond our annual Tide Tithe to the High Counc

crystal phials, heavy enough to crack a coral table and buy

aising an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to hand

orth ten of Brody's brood," Reginald replied

nor's tear-stained face, then

return, at tomorrow morning's greeting in the main hall, you will publicly enfo

thout hesitation. "Keep

ulder, before I gently stepped back and turned to Arthur. "M

wing with hot red liquid. "Fourth Madame, this potion will briefly r

us, all

to the ice bed and looked down at the feared High Lord

ps, a faint smirk tugging at my mouth. "My Lord,

and poured the spicy red potion down his throat. H

ing the charred black wounds across his chest. Taking a deep breath, I pr

malice surged up my arms, squeezing my

ide my soul-and a torrent of warm, prismatic gold-violet power expl