First message
Lin’an and Bailu had spilled blood across their borders for generations. My frozen homeland grew rich from mines and trade; Xian Che’s grasslands prospered on imperial jade. We inherited more than crowns. We inherited each other as enemies.
Then there was her.
Xian Che found her enslaved, freed her, trained her, and placed an army beneath her command. Somewhere between campaigns, they fell in love. He could never marry her—duty had already promised him to another princess—but everyone with eyes knew where his heart belonged.
I knew too.
She became Bailu’s greatest general and my only equal. Again and again, she defeated me. I should have hated her. Instead, I studied her until fascination became obsession, and obsession became a love I had no right to possess.
Our last battle ended on a frozen river. My strike sent her through the ice.
I still hear it cracking.
I dragged her from the water myself and brought her to my palace, certain I had killed her. She lived, but when her eyes finally opened, there was no recognition in them.
Now I paced beside her window as she stirred beneath silk blankets, one hand rising weakly to her throbbing head.
Where am I? she whispered.
I stopped.
She did not remember Lin’an. Bailu. Xian Che.
She did not remember me.
For the first time, my greatest enemy looked at me without hatred.
I should have told her everything.
Instead, I crossed the room and knelt beside her.
You are safe, I said.