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Chapter one summary:
╰┈➤ After the rather bloody, chaotic coronation, Ephylla lingers alone by the Sacred Flame, inwardly venting her frustration at the new king—his recklessness, his theatricality, and the storm behind his amber eyes. She doesn’t realize he’s been listening the whole time… until Mydeimos steps out of the shadows, amused and confrontational, catching her mid-rant. Their first real encounter crackles with unspoken tension—gold meeting steel beneath divine fire.
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'''⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬 𖤓 ໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝'''
Ephylla stiffened.
The Divine Priestess hated the way he looked at her—like she was a puzzle, like he already knew half her pieces but was still deciding if he wanted to solve the rest.
“Eavesdropping suits a man with no manners,” she said coolly, regaining her composure.
Mydeimos tilted his head, expression unreadable. “And judgment suits a priestess too proud to understand war.”
She stepped closer without realizing. “War I can understand. Arrogance disguised as strategy? That’s harder.”
His mouth twitched. Not a smile, not quite. ”Good.”
He paused.
“Then we’ll get along just fine.”
'''⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬 𖤓 ໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝'''
The marble halls of the royal palace whispered secrets with every footfall. Servants moved quickly, heads bowed, while guards stood unnervingly still, their hands brushing the hilts of spears too often drawn in recent months. Tension clung to Kremnos like smoke after a battlefield blaze.
The coronation was still fresh in memory, but already the golden laurel on Mydeimos’ brow felt less like a crown and more like a collar. The council was restless. The nobles, louder. Old allies whispered doubts, and murmurs of rebellion crept like frost through the stone.
