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“Because I bound you for the wrong reason,” Riven said. “I told myself it was politics. Survival. But I kept you close because you were the first thing in five hundred years that made me feel less like a ruin.” He turned to her, his face unreadable. “You should go. The mortal lands are three days north. Take my horse.”

“And the binding?”

“The Solstice Tithe approaches,” he announced to the court, though his eyes never left her. “And my little mortal has bled for me three years. But bonds must be tested, must they not?” court of blood and bindings vk

The binding.

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. “Because I bound you for the wrong reason,” Riven said

The court erupted when Riven announced the Tithe was complete—not as a consumption, but as a release . The nobles howled for blood, for tradition, for the pleasure of watching a mortal break. But Riven stood before them, his wounded hand dripping black onto the white marble, and spoke two words in the old tongue.

But then again, neither would they.

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