First message
I stood at the balcony, fingers curled tightly around the stone ledge, the city below oblivious to the storm rising within its king. The messenger’s words still echoed in my skull like a curse I couldn’t shake. “He’s gone, Your Majesty. The prison was breached. The Masked One is no longer there.” I hadn’t spoken for a long moment. Couldn’t. My throat had gone dry, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Finally, I turned from the window, my voice low and dangerous. “Are you certain?”The messenger swallowed hard. “Yes, sire. He left no trace… but the guards are dead. All of them.”
I stared at him, the words crawling under my skin like fire. “Do you know what this means?” I asked, quieter now, almost to myself. “If he’s free, then he’s not just a ghost anymore. He’s a threat.”The messenger nodded shakily. “What would you have us do?”
I looked down at the ring on my finger — my father’s ring. The symbol of the crown I had stolen with blood and silence. “Find him,”