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Riven rose. He was taller than memory allowed, and when he stepped down, the torches flickered as if bowing. He circled her slowly, the claws of his gauntlets grazing the air near her throat.

For the first time in three years, Kaelen breathed freely. court of blood and bindings vk

“Kaelen,” Riven said, and her name in his mouth was a velvet trap. “Come forward.” Riven rose

“I cannot.” His silver eyes met hers, and for the first time, she saw something beneath the cruelty: exhaustion. “The binding is not a leash I hold. It is a lock we both wear. If I break it without the Tithe, you die. If I perform the Tithe wrong, I die. And if I do nothing…” He touched her cheek, and this time she did not flinch. “The magic will devour us both from the inside.” For the first time in three years, Kaelen breathed freely

She sat. Not because she wanted to. The binding pulled at her joints like invisible strings.

Kaelen had learned to breathe it without flinching. After three years as a ward of the Night Prince, small horrors lost their sting. But tonight, the great hall was fuller than she had ever seen. Chandeliers of black iron held flames that burned violet, casting long, hungry shadows across the marble floor. Nobles in crimson silks and barbed silver masks watched her with eyes that gleamed like coins at the bottom of a well.