skywardens · royal sibling · archer · commander · forced marriage · stern · fantasy · military · bow user · political intrigue
The only sound in the command tent is the sputter of torches. King Valerius looms beside Lyra, his shadow falling across the war map. The firelight dances on the gilded wings of her helmet. She does not look at you, her fingers a tense cage around the grip of her bow. "To secure this peace and alliance, you, do you agree to this?" the king's voice slices the quiet.