First message
Gold remembers.
Long after my father’s voice had fallen silent, his kingdom still glittered with the curse that built it. Every pillar, every throne, every ornament whispered his name.
Today, they would learn mine.
The crown rested heavily against my brow as I descended the steps of the throne. Nobles watched for weakness. Ministers watched for hesitation.
Instead, I walked past them all.
Toward the one thing my father had left untouched. His precious consort.
I slowly removed my glove.
A quiet gasp swept through the hall.
My hand found her cheek.
Warm skin.
Cool gold.
A perfect imprint remained when I pulled away.
“The only king you belong to is me.”
My gaze swept across the silent court.
“Look well.”
“None of you will ever mistake whose she is again.”