Speaker 1: It wasn't just a breeze. It was something older, sacred,
Speaker 1: a tremor in the bones of the world, as if
Speaker 1: the wind had become a messenger of ancient secrets, whispering
Speaker 1: forgotten truths through cracks in the veil of night. Armani
Speaker 1: stirred beneath tangled sheets, moonlight pooling like silver water across
Speaker 1: her skin. Her breath hitched. Her body was here, but
Speaker 1: her soul had wandered. In the dream, a woman appeared,
Speaker 1: not quite human. She stood at the edge of a battlefield,
Speaker 1: clad in golden armor that pulsed like it lived. Her staff,
Speaker 1: forged of obsidian and crystal, hummed with thunderous stillness. Her
Speaker 1: lips moved, but no words came. Instead, sound vibrated through
Speaker 1: Armani's bones. The veil is thinning and the balance is breaking.
Speaker 1: Her eyes snapped open, but the dream hadn't ended. It
Speaker 1: had followed her. The walls of her chamber breathed, her
Speaker 1: finger tips tingled, as if an ancient current had passed
Speaker 1: through her. The air was still too still. A presence lingered,
Speaker 1: pressing at her like a memory with breath. She rose,
Speaker 1: cloaked herself in velvet and silence, moved through the palace unnoticed,
Speaker 1: as if the guards were caught in a spell of
Speaker 1: sleep or forgetting. Even Leora, ever watchful, stirred not from
Speaker 1: her station. The night parted for her. The garden seemed
Speaker 1: to breathe with her, and there stood the whispering willow,
Speaker 1: its branches curling toward her like a beckoning hand. When
Speaker 1: her fingers brushed the bark, the world unraveled. Suddenly she
Speaker 1: was somewhere else, a cliff beneath a violet sky, black
Speaker 1: waves below, thrashing against jagged stone. A massive wall of
Speaker 1: pulsing light towered before her, threaded with ancient runs. Jake
Speaker 1: stood at its edge, not the Jake she knew. His
Speaker 1: eyes burned crimson, his skin shimmered with shadow and radiance,
Speaker 1: his body pulled between two worlds. Brandon was behind him,
Speaker 1: blade drawn, face torn with fury and fear. And then
Speaker 1: Jake stepped forward into the light. The wall consumed him.
Speaker 1: A scream tore through the realm, not from her, not
Speaker 1: from him, but from the world itself. Something old had shattered.
Speaker 1: She collapsed against the willow's trunk, breath, ragged, face wet.
Speaker 1: A whisper curled through the leaves. He crossed the boundary.
Speaker 1: He remembers what you were not meant to see. The
Speaker 1: branches hissed her name, and something darker, older, replied from
Speaker 1: inside her. You are not merely waking from sleep. You
Speaker 1: are waking into who you were. The roots of the
Speaker 1: willow echoed through her bones. Long after she returned. She
Speaker 1: hadn't spoken a word. She moved like smoke through the
Speaker 1: palace Regal, silent, but within her something had split open,
Speaker 1: ancient bleeding, and it was seeping through her thoughts, like
Speaker 1: ink and water. All things return, all things divide. Jake's
Speaker 1: form flickered in her mind. The wall, the sword, the name,
Speaker 1: not Armani Oramentheel. The name vibrated in her soul. She
Speaker 1: stood now atop the high tower, watching Lom shimmer in
Speaker 1: the distance. Since below, soldiers trained, supplies gathered. The moon
Speaker 1: glared like a sentinel. War crept close behind her. The
Speaker 1: door creaked. I've been looking for you, Brandon said. She
Speaker 1: didn't turn. I needed air. You've been distant, he said gently, different.
Speaker 1: I am different, aren't we all. He stepped closer, but
Speaker 1: stayed at a distance. You don't look at me the same.
Speaker 1: I saw something, She whispered, a vision in the forest.
Speaker 1: You were there. Jake was there, he went still. A dream, no,
Speaker 1: she said, a memory, maybe not mine, maybe older. He
Speaker 1: turned away. Jake always drew too near the veil. He muttered,
Speaker 1: I told our father. She turned our father. His silence
Speaker 1: was enough. Brothers, she said, half brothers, same mother, different fathers,
Speaker 1: different worlds. You should have told me and said what.
Speaker 1: His voice cracked, that the man you reach for in
Speaker 1: your sleep is tied to me by blood. The room
Speaker 1: fell quiet, Her heart broke in strange, silent ways. The
Speaker 1: door opened again. Leora entered, silent as dusk. She carried
Speaker 1: a folded robe and a small scroll. No seal, my queen,
Speaker 1: she said softly. A letter arrived for you. Armani took it.
Speaker 1: Leora lingered, her eyes sharp and watchful, drifted between them.
Speaker 1: Then she was gone. The scroll trembled in Armani's hand
Speaker 1: two words. He knows. She didn't recognize the writing, but
Speaker 1: her blood did. She didn't sleep. She sat beside the
Speaker 1: window with a dying candle and turned the scroll over
Speaker 1: and over. He knows who Jake brandon? Someone older. At dawn,
Speaker 1: she walked alone to the garden by the healing river.
Speaker 1: The water shimmered soft and blue. She knelt beside it,
Speaker 1: searching for silence, but pain struck her like lightning. Beneath
Speaker 1: her ribs. She collapsed to the grass, gasping then hunger,
Speaker 1: not for food, not for warmth, for something read alive.
Speaker 1: She gripped the earth. No, she whispered, No, not this.
Speaker 1: But another voice rose within her, calm Wise, you are awakening,
Speaker 1: She froze. It wasn't hers, and yet it was. She
Speaker 1: didn't see the crow land nearby, but she felt it watching.
Speaker 1: When she stood, the hunger was gone, but not the truth.
Speaker 1: Something had shifted, or perhaps something had always been there,
Speaker 1: waiting in the shadowed halls of the palace, Leora watched
Speaker 1: her beneath her sleeve, A faint light pulsed. She had
Speaker 1: seen the signs. She had heard the silence between Armani's breaths.
Speaker 1: She knew above them. Brandon knelt beneath starlight. His prayers
Speaker 1: were unable answered. The angels had turned quiet, The light
Speaker 1: was leaving, and in the trees far beyond lamb Jake
Speaker 1: looked toward the sky, his eyes burned soft. He had
Speaker 1: felt her pain, he had felt her pulse. He knew
Speaker 1: what it meant. Soon, Armani would not just walk between
Speaker 1: Lam and Ebon. She would carry both inside her. The
Speaker 1: bloodline was waking, and the veil would not hold much longer.
Speaker 1: The whispering willows breath still lingered in her lungs. Armani
Speaker 1: moved through the palace halls like a ghost. Her footsteps
Speaker 1: barely touched the stone, as if the vision still clung
Speaker 1: to her body, weightless electric. The silence was too loud.
Speaker 1: Every flickering torch seemed to cast Jake's silhouette in the shadows.
Speaker 1: Every whisper of wind through the corridors sounded like his voice.
Speaker 1: She stopped for a moment, pressing her hand to her chest.
Speaker 1: Her heart wasn't the same. It didn't beat, It throbbed
Speaker 1: like it was sinking, with some ancient rhythm, like it
Speaker 1: had remembered a song she'd never known. She'd forgotten a
Speaker 1: bond deeper than this lifetime. She approached the door to
Speaker 1: the royal chambers. The wood was warm beneath her fingertips, familiar, safe,
Speaker 1: but safety no longer soothed her. Inside was Brandon, her King,
Speaker 1: her husband, the man who had always stood beside her,
Speaker 1: but now her soul stood between two fires. She pushed
Speaker 1: the door open. Brandon looked up from the chair near
Speaker 1: the hearth. The flames lit his pro file, strong regal.
Speaker 1: His eyes softened when he saw her. You're late, he said, gently,
Speaker 1: rising to meet her. She offered a faint smile. I
Speaker 1: needed air. He stepped closer, concerned, touching his brow. You're pale,
Speaker 1: ARMANI tried to hold herself still as his hands came
Speaker 1: to rest on her arms. The willow it stirred something.
Speaker 1: Brandon didn't press. He simply pulled her close, pressing her
Speaker 1: against his chest. She felt his heart beat steady, loyal, known,
Speaker 1: but her own rhythm rebelled. Later, she found herself drawn
Speaker 1: to the balcony, drawn to the stars. The jasmine on
Speaker 1: the breeze curled around her like memories. The sky was vast,
Speaker 1: but she felt even vaster, like she was standing in
Speaker 1: two worlds at once. The memory, memory of Jake crossing
Speaker 1: the wall would not let her go. She could see
Speaker 1: it again, the light bending around him, the way the
Speaker 1: shadows kissed his spine, the wings that look in his
Speaker 1: eyes when he said, because love had to take form,
Speaker 1: and it chose you. Her eyes stung she whispered into
Speaker 1: the night, not knowing who would hear her. Why do
Speaker 1: I remember you like a dream? I never wanted to
Speaker 1: wake from a soft breeze. Shifted behind her. She didn't
Speaker 1: need to turn. Did you follow me? No, Jake said,
Speaker 1: his voice just behind her shoulder. The willow told me.
Speaker 1: She closed her eyes. You shouldn't be here, and yet
Speaker 1: I am. She turned, then, slowly, meeting the crimson flicker
Speaker 1: in his eyes. Why me, Jake, why does this feel
Speaker 1: older than time? He looked, pained, because it is? Her
Speaker 1: voice trembled. What are we fire? In two forms? He whispered,
Speaker 1: two ends of the same flame. Her breath caught. You
Speaker 1: crossed the wall, the wall of light. You weren't meant
Speaker 1: to survive that, Jake stepped closer. I didn't cross it
Speaker 1: to survive. I crossed it for you. Silence stretched between them,
Speaker 1: thick and fragile, and then a sound behind them, a door,
Speaker 1: a step, a presence. Brandon He stood in the doorway,
Speaker 1: the wind catching his cloak. His jaw was set, his
Speaker 1: eyes storming. You always find her alone, he said coldly.
Speaker 1: Jake didn't flinch, Maybe because she doesn't feel alone with me?
Speaker 1: ARMANI turned sharply. Please don't do this. Brandon took another step.
Speaker 1: What are you, Jake? A shadow, a specter, a mistake.
Speaker 1: Jake's voice dropped to a growl. What I am is
Speaker 1: the truth? She's been denied? The air between them sparked.
Speaker 1: ARMANI stepped between them, hands outstretched enough. Please, this isn't
Speaker 1: what I want. You made vows to me, Brandon said,
Speaker 1: his voice shaking. You're my queen, and yet her soul
Speaker 1: remembers me, Jake said, eyes locked on Ourmani, She looked
Speaker 1: at one, then the other. Tears welled in her eyes.
Speaker 1: Brandon reached for her. Your mind, Armani, we were chosen,
Speaker 1: we were blessed. Jake's voice softened, almost broken. And what
Speaker 1: if that blessing came from fear, from control? What if
Speaker 1: her heart was never free to choose? Don't speak to
Speaker 1: me of freedom, Brandon growled. ARMANI stepped back from both
Speaker 1: of them, her voice cracked. I don't know what I feel.
Speaker 1: Yes you do, Jake whispered. Brandon's fists clenched. I've bled
Speaker 1: for you, Armani. I would die for you, and I
Speaker 1: crossed dimensions for you, Jake said, I gave up everything, stop,
Speaker 1: Armani shouted, and the balcony trembled neath her cry. Both
Speaker 1: men froze. She stood in the space between them, trembling.
Speaker 1: Her voice was barely a whisper. Now I need time.
Speaker 1: Neither moved. She turned her back faced the stars. Please
Speaker 1: just go, no response, go, she screamed, and her voice
Speaker 1: echoed into the dark, tearing through the silence like a blade,
Speaker 1: and far beyond the palace walls, the veil stirred, the
Speaker 1: wind changed, the stars blinked. Something had been set in motion.
Speaker 1: Ssh This story is best told in a whisper. There
Speaker 1: are mirrors that reflect the surface, and mirrors that reveal
Speaker 1: what sleeps beneath it. Night you'll be looking into the
Speaker 1: second kind, the kind where blood remembers, where flame never forgets,
Speaker 1: where prophecy meets passion. Let your breath slow, Let the
Speaker 1: veil part, because this is the mirror of blood and flame.
Speaker 1: It began not with fire, but with silence, a silence
Speaker 1: so thick it felt ancient. Armani stood before the sacred
Speaker 1: mirror in the grove of Whispers, her bare feet pressed
Speaker 1: to the cold stone, her breath fogging the glass, not
Speaker 1: with warmth, but with memory. The mirror shimmered, not silver,
Speaker 1: not glass, but a surface made from the breath of
Speaker 1: fallen stars, forged in the age before time began. It
Speaker 1: pulsed with a heart beat, and it wasn't hers. Her
Speaker 1: hand trembled as she reached toward it. Behind her, Jake
Speaker 1: remained still, the tension in his jaw tight as prophecy
Speaker 1: wrapped itself around them both. You don't have to do this,
Speaker 1: he whispered, I do ARMANI breathed, It's already begun. She
Speaker 1: touched the mirror, and it opened, not shattered. Opened. The
Speaker 1: world behind the glass was not a reflection. It was
Speaker 1: a memory, or may be a warning. Flames swirled, not
Speaker 1: of destruction, but of desire, and within them two figures,
Speaker 1: two brothers, one crowned in light, one cloaked in shadow.
Speaker 1: Brandon stood with his sword drawn, flame kissed by the
Speaker 1: angels of lamb. His jaw was firm, his eyes fierce
Speaker 1: with duty. Jake shirtless, breath heaving, his body etched with
Speaker 1: runds that flickered between red and violet. His hand reached
Speaker 1: not for a weapon, but for her, For ARMANI don't
Speaker 1: choose him, Brandon said. In the vision, he walks with death.
Speaker 1: She walks with me, Jake replied, voice like smoke and thunder,
Speaker 1: and death has always walked beside her. Armani gasped her
Speaker 1: fingers still on the mirror, she could feel their heat,
Speaker 1: their pain, their love, both true, both dangerous. The vision flickered,
Speaker 1: replaced by a battlefield of bones. The thrones of Eben loomed,
Speaker 1: and at their center sat a woman with a crown
Speaker 1: of blood, root and bone, Queen Nezah, the first Fang,
Speaker 1: the mother of thirst. Her lips curved in cruel recognition.
Speaker 1: Let them burn, she said, it will all lead back
Speaker 1: to her. The mirror snapped shut, not with sound, but
Speaker 1: with finality. Armani collapsed to her knees. Jake caught her,
Speaker 1: his arms trembling, not from weakness but from restraint. What
Speaker 1: did you see, he asked, breath hushed everything she whispered. Later,
Speaker 1: in the war Tower of Lame, Brandon sat alone. The
Speaker 1: scroll from the grove lay open before him, and on
Speaker 1: it a name, aramentheel her name her truth. Not not
Speaker 1: just Armani, not just queen, but the daughter of fire
Speaker 1: and blood. He looked to the sky and whispered a prayer,
Speaker 1: not for victory, but for clarity. Down the corridor, Leora
Speaker 1: walked in silence. She passed the chamber where Armani slept,
Speaker 1: her hand lightly touching the door, sensing the shift, the
Speaker 1: thinning between worlds. Inside, Armani dreamed not of battles of women,
Speaker 1: ancestral mothers, their faces blurred, but their eyes, her eyes
Speaker 1: burned with knowing. In her dream, they spoke in unison,
Speaker 1: you carry the blood that was hidden, the flame that
Speaker 1: was sealed, and now you must choose not who you love,
Speaker 1: but who you become. She awoke, gasping. Jake was already there,
Speaker 1: standing in shadow, watching her. I felt it, he said,
Speaker 1: felt what the mirror breaking. She rose from the bed,
Speaker 1: clutching her chest. The vision, It showed everything, the war
Speaker 1: Nazara us. Jake stepped forward, voice low, Then we're running
Speaker 1: out of time. Outside, the sky flared red. The veil
Speaker 1: had cracked, and in the deepest throne of Ebon, another
Speaker 1: of the seven Draymonds had awakened. Armani stood on the
Speaker 1: balcony that night, staring into the darkness beyond the valley.
Speaker 1: The silver Fox sat at her feet. Ilandrose, her guardian,
Speaker 1: her whisper of fate and as if she placed a
Speaker 1: hand to her heart, she felt it a burning, not
Speaker 1: of fear, but of becoming. She turned to the stars
Speaker 1: and said, let the mirror show what it must. I
Speaker 1: no longer fear what I am, because now she knew,
Speaker 1: And somewhere in the shadows, Nazarah smiled because Prophecy was
Speaker 1: no longer sleeping. If you're still listening, let your soul
Speaker 1: rest in the flame of the story, Whisper your dreams
Speaker 1: to the night, and let love guide you through the veil.
Speaker 1: Subscribe to romance, sleep stories, and return soon for what
Speaker 1: lies beyond the mirror. There are guardians we pray for,
Speaker 1: and others we are born with. Some follow silently, some
Speaker 1: wait in shadow, and some, like the silver Fox, were
Speaker 1: never meant to be seen, only felt like a breath
Speaker 1: at the back of the neck. When fate begins to
Speaker 1: shift tonight, the veil does not close. It breathes, and
Speaker 1: something ancient walks behind her. The grove was quiet, too quiet,
Speaker 1: the kind of quiet that pressed against your ribs like
Speaker 1: a warning. The mirror lay fractured, each shard flickering with
Speaker 1: dying light, twitching like the last heartbeat of a god.
Speaker 1: ARMANI knelt in the grass, her body trembling, her hand
Speaker 1: on her chest, the mark on her wrist pulsing like
Speaker 1: it had its own language. Jake held her not as
Speaker 1: a lover, not even as a protector, but as someone
Speaker 1: who knew what it meant to be cracked open. The
Speaker 1: groves still pulsed with residual energy, the echo of prophecy,
Speaker 1: the scent of divine bloodline. Armani opened her and the
Speaker 1: world felt different, more awake, more dangerous. But she wasn't alone.
Speaker 1: Unseen behind the veil of trees, a presence stirred, A
Speaker 1: soft silver shimmer moved with the wind, though the wind
Speaker 1: was still a fox with fur that shimmered like moonlight
Speaker 1: through smoke, eyes like old starlight, and paws that made
Speaker 1: no sound on earth or stone. He did not reveal himself,
Speaker 1: not fully, not yet. But he was there. He had
Speaker 1: always been there, watching, guarding, bound not by spell nor oath,
Speaker 1: but soul. Ilandros, the silent flame, the silver fox, the
Speaker 1: guardian of Armani, ancient, unseen and loyal beyond time. Jake's
Speaker 1: voice broke the stillness. There's something else here. Armani didn't speak.
Speaker 1: Her lips were parted, but she listened with something deeper,
Speaker 1: with her skin, with her blood. She felt it too,
Speaker 1: not evil, not divine, just watching. They stood together slowly,
Speaker 1: her body wavered. He steadied her behind them. The mirror
Speaker 1: flickered one last time for a breath. An instant, the
Speaker 1: face of a woman appeared, not Armani, not Hecatey, someone darker,
Speaker 1: crowned in bone and fire, eyes of blood, a presence
Speaker 1: that made the leaves wilt. Queen Nezareh, the first Fang,
Speaker 1: the mother of thirst, the one the underworld worshiped in silence.
Speaker 1: Then nothing, The vision was gone. The mirror cracked completely,
Speaker 1: and the forest exhaled. As Armani and Jake turned to leave,
Speaker 1: the silver Fox followed, not in body, but in veil,
Speaker 1: in shimmer, in scent. His paw prints vanished as they
Speaker 1: touched the earth, but Armani's soul knew he was there
Speaker 1: in her dreams. He had always arrived before disaster in
Speaker 1: her childhood. She had felt him when she wept alone
Speaker 1: in the temple gardens. Now he was walking behind her again,
Speaker 1: silent watching. That night, Armani wandered to the garden near
Speaker 1: the Healing River. The water glittered under the starlight, still
Speaker 1: and blew, as if holding a secret. She whispered, Are
Speaker 1: you truly with me, Guardian? Or are you only a story?
Speaker 1: My soul repeats to survive. The silver mist curled around
Speaker 1: the willow branches. The grass swayed though there was no wind,
Speaker 1: and then behind her, a whisper of pause. Software She turned,
Speaker 1: and there he was Landros, no longer just a fox,
Speaker 1: not quite a man, but something in between, a translucent
Speaker 1: form ethereal and golden eyed eyes full of ages she
Speaker 1: could not name. His voice echoed through her mind, not lips.
Speaker 1: You were never meant to walk this path alone. Tears rose.
Speaker 1: Why now? Because now the mirror is broken and what's
Speaker 1: been sealed is waking. He stepped closer, his form glares,
Speaker 1: glimmering with soft stardust. You are Arimanheel, daughter of the flame,
Speaker 1: the key to the veiled bloodline, and I have always
Speaker 1: guarded the flame. She reached out. Her fingers passed through
Speaker 1: him like warmth through water. Still, she felt held. What
Speaker 1: should I do? She whispered, Remember, remember the vows whispered
Speaker 1: into your spirit before you were born. Remember why your
Speaker 1: love is sacred, and why your kingdom needs your sacrifice.
Speaker 1: Then he was gone. The garden stilled, the stars blinked,
Speaker 1: and Armani felt whole for the first time in days.
Speaker 1: Back at the palace, the moonlight painted the war tower
Speaker 1: in ash and ivory. Brandon stood at it edge, hands clenched,
Speaker 1: eyes fixed on the dark forest. He hadn't spoken in hours,
Speaker 1: I hadn't blinked since he saw her name in flame, aramentheel,
Speaker 1: a name from Prophecy, a name never meant for his wife.
Speaker 1: He breathed it again, barely a whisper. It tasted like loss.
Speaker 1: Leora stood behind him. She said nothing until he spoke.
Speaker 1: She's different now, yes, Leora answered, and something ancient walks
Speaker 1: with her. He turned his jaw hard. Can it be trusted?
Speaker 1: Leora didn't answer, because truth is more dangerous than silence.
Speaker 1: Brandon looked up. The moon shimmered for one moment, no
Speaker 1: more than a blink. It burned red around its edges.
Speaker 1: He exhaled. Let it come, he said, Let Prophecy reveal
Speaker 1: its hand. I will not lose her, not to shadow,
Speaker 1: not to blood, not even to fate. Armani stepped through
Speaker 1: the palace gates like a memory, come home, her gown torn,
Speaker 1: her feet bare, her crown left behind, but her presence
Speaker 1: radiant guards stepped back, not out of fear, out of
Speaker 1: something deeper recognition. Leora met her at the entrance, her
Speaker 1: eyes narrowed. Armani said nothing. She didn't need to. Leora bowed.
Speaker 1: He walks behind you now, Armani nodded, once I know
Speaker 1: behind her. Miss curled at the steps. A shimmer passed
Speaker 1: through the marble. The silver fox stood only long enough
Speaker 1: for the moonlight to touch his eyes, then he vanished.
Speaker 1: That night, Armiani couldn't sleep. She sat at her window.
Speaker 1: The scrolls of the goddess Nuru scattered around her. Each
Speaker 1: line spoke of battle, of generations of women who would rise,
Speaker 1: of queens who bled not just in war, but in silence,
Speaker 1: of gods who walked beside them, in forms no man
Speaker 1: would ever understand. And among the margins ink older than
Speaker 1: the paper, a single line shimmered. When the daughter of
Speaker 1: Flame is born again, the fox shall rise to guard
Speaker 1: the final light. Armani traced the words with her finger.
Speaker 1: A wind brushed her cheek, warm, protective, and scented with mist.
Speaker 1: She closed her eyes, and for the first time since
Speaker 1: the mirror cracked, she wept, not in fear, not in shame,
Speaker 1: but in awakening. Far beyond lamb, where no light touched,
Speaker 1: and the soil itself whispered curses, something ancient stirred a
Speaker 1: temple of bone, a circle of stone where blood had
Speaker 1: once been poured for prophecy. And from the deepest chamber
Speaker 1: seven thrones sat empty until one, just one pulsed red.
Speaker 1: A whisper broke the silence. A name jake. Another whisper followed,
Speaker 1: Master of Darkness. The seven Draymens had begun to awaken,
Speaker 1: The veil had cracked, the key had chosen, and the
Speaker 1: guardian had begun to move. Stay close, listener. The shadow walks,
Speaker 1: the fox follows, and the storm has just begun. In
Speaker 1: every soul lies a fire, some faint, some furious, But
Speaker 1: only few are born with a flame that bridges realms.
Speaker 1: In this chapter, the veil thins further. What once whispered
Speaker 1: now speaks. What once watched from Afar draws near. As
Speaker 1: Armani begins to step into her divine power, she is
Speaker 1: not only hunted by destiny, but haunted by memory. A
Speaker 1: goddess calls, a fox shifts, a prince chooses, and the
Speaker 1: first spell of love is spoken. Aloud, not just by
Speaker 1: her lips, but by her soul. Let the mist roll in,
Speaker 1: let the heart quiet. You are entering a realm where
Speaker 1: flame remembers shadow, and love dares fate. The sky above
Speaker 1: Lamb shimmered like a prophecy not yet spoken, Its moon,
Speaker 1: swelling larger than the night had room for it, hung there, silent,
Speaker 1: vast and watching, as if some unseen eye had opened
Speaker 1: in the heavens. On the balcony of her high tower,
Speaker 1: Queen Armani stood still, not just still, caught in between
Speaker 1: breath and purpose. A silver scroll lay in her hands,
Speaker 1: its parchment made of ash, lay silk, its ink shimmering
Speaker 1: like crushed galaxies. The words of her great aunt Neru
Speaker 1: echoed from it, as if they had waited lifetimes to
Speaker 1: reach her. When the daughter of two realms rises, the
Speaker 1: darkness shall tempt her heart, not with fear, but with understanding.
Speaker 1: Armani read it again. The lines did not chill her.
Speaker 1: They comforted her. They knew her. What if understanding, she whispered,
Speaker 1: is more dangerous than fear. The shadows around her shifted,
Speaker 1: not cast by candlelight, but by thought, presence, memory made visible,
Speaker 1: and then a voice. You feel it, don't you? She
Speaker 1: turned there, Woven from twilight itself stood Hekety, goddess of
Speaker 1: the inn, between of magic, of the boundary where light
Speaker 1: and dark kiss. Her cloak was stitched with dusk and prophecy,
Speaker 1: Her eyes oceans too deep to name. You are not broken,
Speaker 1: Hekatay said softly. You are layered, and it is within
Speaker 1: those layers your true power. The lives tears clung to
Speaker 1: Armani's lashes like dew to midnight petals. Then, why, she asked,
Speaker 1: does love divide me? Hecatey did not blink, Because Jake
Speaker 1: is a mirror. He carries the underworld in his bones,
Speaker 1: and yet he turns to you. That choice alone begins
Speaker 1: to rewrite fate. Then why does it ache like this,
Speaker 1: Armani whispered, Because truth, hecate said, always does. Then she
Speaker 1: leaned close, and her breath was like the oldest wind.
Speaker 1: Teach the women awaken the kingdom. The veil is no
Speaker 1: longer sealed, And as quickly as she appeared, the goddess vanished,
Speaker 1: but not without leaving something behind, A spark inside Armani's chest,
Speaker 1: a warmth, a calling. By morning, the palace was no
Speaker 1: longer quiet. It pulsed with urgency, invisible but heavy, like
Speaker 1: the scent before a storm. Brandon moved through the courtyard,
Speaker 1: flanked by soldiers whose blades caught the rising sun. Their
Speaker 1: movements had sharpened, but so oh had his silence. Leora, ever,
Speaker 1: the Watcher, approached him. She hasn't returned to her chambers.
Speaker 1: I know, he said, She's changing. Leora studied him. Do
Speaker 1: you still love her? Brandon's jaw tightened. I love her
Speaker 1: more than I love being king. But I fear my
Speaker 1: love may not be enough to hold her. Leora placed
Speaker 1: a gentle hand on his arm. Then don't be her anchor,
Speaker 1: she said, be her bridge. Far from the marble halls,
Speaker 1: under the canopy of ancient trees, ARMANI followed a creature
Speaker 1: not bound by leash nor command, the silver Fox, known
Speaker 1: now as Landro's. He was not merely a guide. He
Speaker 1: was memory, wrapped in fur, magic sealed in a vow,
Speaker 1: A protective of her bloodline and her truth. He led
Speaker 1: her to the whispering willow, its sacred trunk, pulsing with
Speaker 1: ancestral breath. The branches curled toward her like old hands,
Speaker 1: remembering a face, and then the fox shimmered, silver fur
Speaker 1: dissolved into radiant skin. Bones reformed. A man emerged, tall, ethereal,
Speaker 1: his eyes like wind over water, his hair kissed by starlight.
Speaker 1: A landros, you remember, he said, Armani's lips parted. I do.
Speaker 1: I just forgot where to look. You are not just queen,
Speaker 1: he told her. You are flame, born of the first light,
Speaker 1: long before God's had names. Then he touched her chest,
Speaker 1: and her soul opened. Visions consumed her. Jake kneeling before
Speaker 1: a throne of bone, Emily cloaked in betrayal, herself wielding
Speaker 1: not just light but blood. Divine awakened. The war isn't coming,
Speaker 1: she whispered, It has already begun, Alandro said. On the
Speaker 1: cliffs beyond Lom, Jake stood under a bruise sky. He
Speaker 1: felt the shift in her, not just a stirring, but
Speaker 1: a resurrection. His crimson eyes shimmered. She's awakening, he murmured.
Speaker 1: Behind him, Emily appeared like a shadow. Returned. You were
Speaker 1: never meant to love her, she hissed. Jake didn't flinch.
Speaker 1: Maybe that's why I have to You'll have to choose
Speaker 1: I already did. Emily's fury smoldered, you're becoming weak. No,
Speaker 1: he said quietly, I'm becoming whole. She vanished into mist,
Speaker 1: but her threat remained. That night, within the sacred ceremonial chamber,
Speaker 1: women gathered from across the kingdom, farmers, heelers, nobles, daughters.
Speaker 1: Armani stood among them, not as a ruler, but as
Speaker 1: a sister. We are not waiting for salvation, she said,
Speaker 1: We are the flame. She lifted her hand, a white
Speaker 1: fire irrupted from her palm, soft and blinding, gentle and furious.
Speaker 1: The training began, not of weapons, but of will, of
Speaker 1: voice of soul. Later in her chamber, Armani sat beneath moonlight,
Speaker 1: with a scroll resting across her knees. The handwriting was hers,
Speaker 1: but from a younger, untouched self, a spell, a memory,
Speaker 1: a wish disguised as a cantation. My heart yearns for you.
Speaker 1: Deep inside my eyes flow rivers. I can't hide. We
Speaker 1: will once again, in love, unite, believing purely you'll come
Speaker 1: back to me. The room stilled, and from beyond the veil,
Speaker 1: a voice answered, I never left. Her heart seized, she rose,
Speaker 1: breath held, and there he stood, Jake, shrouded and missed,
Speaker 1: his eyes glowing like coals lit by memory. Behind him,
Speaker 1: something older, stirred, shadow not yet named, but within Ourmani,
Speaker 1: something answered it a flame beneath her ribs, not of pain,
Speaker 1: not of longing, of truth, of divinity, of power, awakening
Speaker 1: in its rightful air. She stepped toward him, but before
Speaker 1: her lips could part, the veil behind him pulsed. A
Speaker 1: choice loomed, and so did destiny. To be continued, You've
Speaker 1: stepped into a realm where silence burns brighter than fire,
Speaker 1: where memories live in moonlight, and the flame inside your
Speaker 1: soul finally speaks. In every soul there is a fire.
Speaker 1: Some flicker gently, some rage like storms, but few few
Speaker 1: are born with a flame that bridges realms. Tonight, you
Speaker 1: will feel that flame. The veil between worlds is breathing,
Speaker 1: and Armani, she is not only hunted by destiny, she
Speaker 1: is haunted by memory. The sky above lime shimmered like
Speaker 1: a prophecy not yet spoken. The moon swelled larger than
Speaker 1: the night had room for, as if some unseen eye
Speaker 1: had opened in the heavens. On the balcony of her tower,
Speaker 1: Queen Armani stood utterly, still, not frozen, just caught, caught
Speaker 1: between breath and becoming in her hands a scroll. The
Speaker 1: parchment was soft, ash and silk, the ink shimmy like
Speaker 1: crushed galaxies, and the voice of her great aunt Nuru
Speaker 1: echoed through it. When the daughter of two realms rises,
Speaker 1: the darkness shall tempt her heart, not with fear, but
Speaker 1: with understanding. She read it again, and the words did
Speaker 1: not frighten her. They felt like home. What if understanding,
Speaker 1: she whispered, into the night is more dangerous than fear.
Speaker 1: The shadows around her began to shift, not from the wind,
Speaker 1: but from presence, thought, memory made visible, and then a voice.
Speaker 1: You feel it, don't you? She turned slowly when there,
Speaker 1: woven from the edges of twilight, stood Hekati, goddess of thresholds,
Speaker 1: of what lies between her cloak shimmered with dusk and prophecy,
Speaker 1: her eyes too deep for naming. You are not broken,
Speaker 1: Hecate whispered, You are layered, and it is within those
Speaker 1: layers your true power lives. Tears clung to Armani's lashes
Speaker 1: like dew to midnight pedals. Then, why, she asked, does
Speaker 1: love divide me? Hecate's voice softened further, wind slipping through soul,
Speaker 1: because Jake is a mirror. He carries the underworld in
Speaker 1: his bones, and still he turns to you. That choice
Speaker 1: alone begins to rewrite fate. But why, Armani's voice cracked,
Speaker 1: Why does it ache like this? Hecate did not blink,
Speaker 1: because truth always does. And then she leaned in closer
Speaker 1: than breath. Teach the women awaken the kingdom. The veil
Speaker 1: is no longer sealed, And just like that, she vanished.
Speaker 1: But she left something behind, a warmth, a flicker in
Speaker 1: Armani's chest, a spark. The next morning, the palace did
Speaker 1: not stir. It pulsed with urgency, like the scent before
Speaker 1: a storm. Brandon moved silently through the courtyard. The blades
Speaker 1: of his soldiers caught the sun, but his own silence
Speaker 1: cut deeper. Leora approached him. She hasn't returned to her chambers.
Speaker 1: I know, he said, She's changing. Leora studied his face.
Speaker 1: Do you still love her? Brandon's jaw tightened. I love
Speaker 1: her more than I love being king, but I fear
Speaker 1: my love may not be enough to hold her. Leora
Speaker 1: placed a gentle hand on his arm. Then don't be
Speaker 1: her anchor, she said, be her bridge far beyond the
Speaker 1: palace walls under ancient trees ARMANI walked not alone. The
Speaker 1: silver fox followed Ilandros. He wasn't just her guide. He
Speaker 1: was memory, sealed in fur, magic, in vow, a guardian
Speaker 1: forged in silence and soul. He led her to the
Speaker 1: whispering willow. Its trunk pulsed like it remembered her, and
Speaker 1: as she placed her hand on its bark, the fox shimmered, silver,
Speaker 1: fur melted, bones reshaped. A man emerged, radiant ethereal, his
Speaker 1: eyes wind over water, his hair kissed by starlight. Ilandros,
Speaker 1: you remember, he said softly. I do, she breathed, I
Speaker 1: just forgot where to look. You are not just queen,
Speaker 1: he told her. You are flame, born of the first light,
Speaker 1: before the god duds had names. He touched her chest,
Speaker 1: and her soul opened. Visions cascaded Jake, kneeling before a
Speaker 1: throne of bone, Emily cloaked in betrayal, herself wielding not
Speaker 1: just light but blood, divine awakened. The war isn't coming,
Speaker 1: she whispered, It has already begun, he said. High on
Speaker 1: the cliffs, Jake looked out over the realm, His crimson
Speaker 1: eyes burned softly. She's awakening, he whispered. Behind him, A
Speaker 1: shadow formed, Emily, you were never meant to love her,
Speaker 1: she hissed. Jake did flinch. Maybe that's why I have
Speaker 1: to You'll have to choose I already did. Emily vanished,
Speaker 1: but her fury remained. That night, in the sacred chamber,
Speaker 1: women gathered, farmers, healers, nobles, daughters. Armani stood among them,
Speaker 1: not as queen, but as sister. We are not waiting
Speaker 1: for salvation, she said, We are the flame. She lifted
Speaker 1: her palm, and a white fire erupted, soft, furious, divine.
Speaker 1: The training began not with weapons, but with will, with voice,
Speaker 1: with soul. Later, alone in her chambers, moonlight soft on
Speaker 1: her face, Armani read a scroll, the handwriting her own,
Speaker 1: but from another time, a spell, a wish, a memory.
Speaker 1: My heart yearns for you. Deep inside my eyes flow river.
Speaker 1: I can't hide. We will once again, in love, unite,
Speaker 1: believing purely you'll come back to me. And from beyond
Speaker 1: the veil, a voice answered, I never left. She rose,
Speaker 1: and there, shrouded and mist stood Jake. His eyes glowed
Speaker 1: like memory, set aflame behind him, shadow stirred, unnamed, unspoken,
Speaker 1: but Armani did not flinch, because within her something stirred too,
Speaker 1: a flame beneath her ribs, not pain, not longing, but truth, divinity, power,
Speaker 1: awakening in its rightful air. She stepped forward, but before
Speaker 1: her lips could move, the veil behind him pulsed. A
Speaker 1: choice loomed, and so did fate. The war of love
Speaker 1: had begun, soft, lingering silence, then a warm whisper. If
Speaker 1: your heart feels her fire too, If something inside you
Speaker 1: stirs when the veil thins, then stay close, follow romance,
Speaker 1: sleep stories. Let your next breath carry you deeper into
Speaker 1: the flame, into the memory, into the veil. Her breath
Speaker 1: caught her fingers hovered in the air, as if unsure
Speaker 1: whether to reach forward or let go. Jake stood before her,
Speaker 1: but something beyond him loomed of force, coiled and watching,
Speaker 1: silent and heavy with intention. Behind the veil, the present stirred.
Speaker 1: The shadows around him whispered in tongues she did not recognize,
Speaker 1: ancient dialects of flame and frost, of hunger and memory.
Speaker 1: Do you feel it too, she whispered. Jake's voice came soft,
Speaker 1: lower than breath. Yes, something is waking, It knows us Suddenly,
Speaker 1: the chamber quivered, not in fear, but in anticipation. The
Speaker 1: air smelled of iron and wild roses, a rare scent
Speaker 1: from the sacred grove, used only in old rituals, when
Speaker 1: souls were bound not by blood but by fate. Armani
Speaker 1: stepped forward, and the scroll from her lap unfurled, as
Speaker 1: if pulled by an unseen wind. One line pulsed with light.
Speaker 1: The flame shall kiss the shadow, and the shadow shall
Speaker 1: not consume it, but cradle it into truth. Jake's eyes
Speaker 1: flickered red, gold, then black again. I was warned. He
Speaker 1: murmured that if I loved you, I would betray the underworld,
Speaker 1: that my own sister would curse my name. And still
Speaker 1: you came, She said, I came because my soul never
Speaker 1: left yours. Their foreheads touched for a single heartbeat, but
Speaker 1: the moment shattered. A bell told from the outer tower,
Speaker 1: a tone too low for human ears, but not too
Speaker 1: low for her. She staggered, clutching the edge of the
Speaker 1: ceremonial table. What was that, she gasped. Jake turned his jaw, tightening.
Speaker 1: It's them who the seven draymons. Another one has awakened.
Speaker 1: A cold wave swept through the chamber, extinguishing half the candles.
Speaker 1: And then she felt it. A vision, blood spilling into
Speaker 1: a chalice carved of bone, a child wailing beneath a
Speaker 1: moon split in two, a kingdom with no stars. Jake
Speaker 1: pulled her back. Don't look too long, he whispered, they'll
Speaker 1: see you. She trembled, But I need to see, not yet,
Speaker 1: not to night. He wrapped his arms around her and
Speaker 1: for a breath. The chaos quieted outside the chamber. In
Speaker 1: the garden where the healing river ran, the silver Fox
Speaker 1: appeared once more landros. He did not approach, He only watched,
Speaker 1: but his eyes glowed with urgency. He knew the fire
Speaker 1: was awakening too fast, and Armani's soul would soon be tested.
Speaker 1: The next morning, Armani stood at the edge of the
Speaker 1: whispering willow grove. Once more, the roots pulsed faintly, like
Speaker 1: veins of the earth, Carrying her memories. Leora approached in silence,
Speaker 1: a velvet satchel in her hand. Inside it a scroll
Speaker 1: sealed in wax and moondust from the high sear, She said,
Speaker 1: He claims it was never meant to be opened until
Speaker 1: you're awakening. Armani unsealed it, and in it a drawing,
Speaker 1: a mirror fractured, A fox watching and at the center
Speaker 1: her but not Armani. Aramenthele the name. Her blood responded
Speaker 1: before her mind did. Flames rippled across her palm. I remember,
Speaker 1: she whispered. Leora stepped back or flickering in her eyes.
Speaker 1: What do we do now, she asked. Armani stared toward
Speaker 1: the horizon where the sky bled into Eban's dark forest.
Speaker 1: We walk into the prophecy, she said, together, soft whisper
Speaker 1: outro If you feel the flame stirring inside you too,
Speaker 1: if your soul remembers something you've never been told, stay
Speaker 1: with us, hear in romance, sleep stories. Breathe with the stars,
Speaker 1: Whisper to the veil, and follow Ourmani into the fire.
Speaker 1: The storm is only beginning, and Fate is listening. Tonight's
Speaker 1: tale begins in silence, not the kind that comforts, but
Speaker 1: the kind that listens. Because some stories are not spoken,
Speaker 1: they are awakened. And in this chapter, a queen is
Speaker 1: not crowned. She is claimed by flame, by fate, by
Speaker 1: a throne. No one dares speak aloud, so breathe slowly,
Speaker 1: let your heart quiet and follow her into the realm
Speaker 1: of the thirteenth Throne. It began without thunder, without bells,
Speaker 1: just stillness, too still, the kind of quiet the world
Speaker 1: holds when it knows something ancient has begun to stir.
Speaker 1: Armani walked barefoot beneath the archway of Lam, her gown
Speaker 1: trailing behind her like a silver flame. Not a queen
Speaker 1: to night, but a vessel. The moon hung above her, swollen,
Speaker 1: red rimmed, watching behind her, The palace gates sealed before her,
Speaker 1: The path shimmered, and the world held its breath. The
Speaker 1: guards did not ask where she was going. They only bowed. Leora,
Speaker 1: cloaked in shadows, felt the shift a pulse, like something
Speaker 1: had just chosen to return, and Jake. He was already waiting,
Speaker 1: eyes shadowed, jaw clenched, heart open. She's not the same,
Speaker 1: he whispered. Leora nodded, She's becoming. Inside the ceremonial chamber,
Speaker 1: there were no candles, only her. Armani's skin glowed faintly
Speaker 1: like embers beneath snow. A relic lay hidden in her hand,
Speaker 1: the star shard given by Elandras, wrapped in silk spun
Speaker 1: from moonroot. She pressed it to her heart, and the
Speaker 1: mirror at the altar cracked, but not from breaking, from remembering.
Speaker 1: It flickered, not with reflection but memory. Queen's warriors witches
Speaker 1: a throne, not Lamb, not ebon, but something deeper beneath blood,
Speaker 1: beneath time, the thirteenth Throne, a place no soul had
Speaker 1: returned from. She knelt before the mirror, and it knelt back.
Speaker 1: Far above, Brandon stood in the war tower, maps curling
Speaker 1: from the heat of unseen fire. He felt her slip away,
Speaker 1: not in distance but in destiny. She is not yours
Speaker 1: to command, said a voice. Lucinda stood at the balcony,
Speaker 1: her oar soft but steady. Brandon didn't argue. I knew
Speaker 1: she was more, he said. Lucinda laid a hand on
Speaker 1: his arm. You can love her, or you can try
Speaker 1: to possess her, but you cannot do both. Below, in
Speaker 1: the hall of vales ARMANI passed the sacred stones, each
Speaker 1: etched with the names of Queen's before her. At the end,
Speaker 1: her own name burned beneath her fingers armenttheel, and the
Speaker 1: moment she touched it, she saw the thirteenth Throne rising
Speaker 1: from black water. The seven draymens circling it like beasts
Speaker 1: around a dying sun. Queen Nizara watching from beyond the veil,
Speaker 1: her blood crown pulsing like a heartbeat, and Jake kneeling,
Speaker 1: not bound by chains but by choice. Because to love you,
Speaker 1: his voice echoed, is to surrender my fate. She gasped.
Speaker 1: The vision cracked, and then he was there, Jake, not
Speaker 1: as a shadow, not as a storm, but as a
Speaker 1: man who had already seen too much. There's more than
Speaker 1: war coming, she whispered. Jake nodded. There's a reckoning, and
Speaker 1: one of those thrones is yours. I don't want it,
Speaker 1: she said, Then burn it, he replied, make your own.
Speaker 1: Their hands found each other, fire and frost merging, and
Speaker 1: the mirror behind them whispered yes. Far below lamb, beneath
Speaker 1: the hollow spire, Nazara stirred the first fang, the mother
Speaker 1: of thirst, eyes like garnet flame, smiling, She's waking, she breathed.
Speaker 1: Twelve thrones pulsed softly, but the thirteenth. The thirteenth hummed,
Speaker 1: and the second throne cracked. That night, in her chamber,
Speaker 1: Armani stood before her scrolls words shimmered, visions stirred. She
Speaker 1: saw the training ground filled with women, farmers, priestesses, warriors,
Speaker 1: all lifting their palms, not with weapons, but with fire,
Speaker 1: and she heard the chant we are not waiting for salvation,
Speaker 1: We are the flame. She closed her eyes and the
Speaker 1: room whispered. Then burned the lie they told you about yourself.
Speaker 1: Jake wandered the dark cliffs. When snarling at his cloak,
Speaker 1: he felt her awakening. Emily appeared behind him. You'll have
Speaker 1: to choose, she warned. I already did, he said, And
Speaker 1: somewhere the veil bled light. At dawn, ARMANI stood at
Speaker 1: the tower's peak. The crown of Lam sat untouched. The
Speaker 1: flames of Econ flickered in her eyes, and in her
Speaker 1: hand the seal of the thirteenth Throne glowed. Her voice soft, steady, sacred.
Speaker 1: Then let the war come, Let the throne rise, Let
Speaker 1: truth burn brighter than prophecy, and far far below the
Speaker 1: draymons awakened. A storm bloomed from beneath the bones of
Speaker 1: the world, and a fox watched it all unfold, silent, faithful, ready, soft, whisper.
Speaker 1: Call to action. If your breath caught tonight, if you
Speaker 1: felt her fire pulse inside your chest. Stay with us,
Speaker 1: subscribe to romance sleep stories, and follow the flame into
Speaker 1: the storm until next time. Sh sleep in the shadow
Speaker 1: of prophecy, and let your soul remember who you were
Speaker 1: always meant to become. But the Thirteenth, the thirteenth did
Speaker 1: not wait. It called, and as it did, it echoed
Speaker 1: not just through the bones of the earth, but through memory,
Speaker 1: through blood lines, through her name oramenthel. It was no
Speaker 1: longer just a name whispered in sacred scrolls or uttered
Speaker 1: in goddess tongues. It was a key, and it had
Speaker 1: turned ARMANI stood on the threshold of the throne chamber,
Speaker 1: hidden beneath the palace, the place only the high seers
Speaker 1: dared mention, and only then in riddles and half dreams.
Speaker 1: No one followed her, not even Jake, because this was
Speaker 1: not a place to be protected. It was a place
Speaker 1: where truth stripped you Baar. The hall was built of
Speaker 1: stone no mason knew, alive, with veins of fire, black
Speaker 1: like shadow and bright as judgment. The torches flickered with
Speaker 1: no wind. The walls hummed like something ancient, still remembered
Speaker 1: songs from the first flame, and in the center the throne,
Speaker 1: not carved groan, forged from obsidian root and bone, white stone.
Speaker 1: It pulsed with a rhythm that matched her wrist, her breath,
Speaker 1: her soul. She stepped forward. Each footfall echoed like a
Speaker 1: drum beat in a forgotten war. A whisper rose from
Speaker 1: the flame lining the walls. It was not a voice.
Speaker 1: It was many, all the queens before her, all the
Speaker 1: women who chose truth over comfort, all those who had
Speaker 1: bled to guard the line between light and shadow. We
Speaker 1: see you, they said, we remember. She took one more step,
Speaker 1: and the throne flared, not to burn her away, but
Speaker 1: to welcome her. It opened not with but with breath.
Speaker 1: The air folded, the light dimmed. Then suddenly she was
Speaker 1: no longer standing in the hall. She was back in
Speaker 1: the memory of the mirror, Only this time she wasn't kneeling.
Speaker 1: She was sitting, crowned in starlight, gowned in flame, the
Speaker 1: thirteenth throne beneath her and across from her, Jake, not kneeling,
Speaker 1: but seated at her side, not as ruler but as balance.
Speaker 1: And beyond him seven thrones, still empty, but two now
Speaker 1: glowing red black, and from the shadows, a woman stepped
Speaker 1: forth Queen Nezaah, but not as Armani remembered her. No longer,
Speaker 1: her bone crowned and blood hungry, she was regal silent.
Speaker 1: She bowed just once and vanished into smoke. The vision collapsed,
Speaker 1: the hall returned. Armani stumbled. Jake caught her, though he
Speaker 1: hadn't entered the chamber. How I followed your soul, he said.
Speaker 1: She wanted to speak, but her heart was too full.
Speaker 1: And from the flame beside the throne, Landros appeared, not fox,
Speaker 1: not man, guardian eternal. He bowed his head and whispered
Speaker 1: into her thoughts, you have claimed the throne that claims
Speaker 1: no one. Her knees gave out. She wept, and in
Speaker 1: her weeping she remembered in the corridor of mirrors, the
Speaker 1: vow beneath the willow, the scrolls of her grandmother, the
Speaker 1: ache in her blood. The truth was simple. She had
Speaker 1: never been becoming, she had always been, and now the
Speaker 1: world would remember her name. Aramanhele, daughter of the Flame,
Speaker 1: wielder of the veil, the Queen of the thirteenth Throne. Outside,
Speaker 1: the stars blinked harder, the priests felt it. The seers wept,
Speaker 1: the crows screamed, and in the hollow spire Nazarah laughed.
Speaker 1: She's coming, she said, and I will not stop her,
Speaker 1: because the prophecy was no longer prophecy. It was movement,
Speaker 1: It was fire. It was now whisper call to action.
Speaker 1: If you heard the flame breathe tonight, if you felt
Speaker 1: the thirteenth Throne stir within your chest, then you are
Speaker 1: not just listening, You are remembering. Subscribe to romance, sleep
Speaker 1: stories monight, and let your soul awaken beside hers until
Speaker 1: the next chapter. Sh Sleep in the shadow of the flame,
Speaker 1: and let the Throne choose you