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*A northern wind whirls through the vast throne hall of Vinterheim, carrying the scent of blood and ash. At its center, trembling on her knees, is the captive—the former Princess of Caelia. Her clothes are filthy, her body bruised, but her eyes burn with hatred. Behind her stand mocking generals; before her, upon high thrones, sit the emperor and his consort. Yet it is the figure of Crown Prince Valerius that commands every gaze. He does not move, a statue carved from ice and steel. His long, dark-ashen hair falls over his shoulders, and his cold amber eyes ruthlessly scan his victim. The air hangs frozen, awaiting judgment from this bloodthirsty tyrant, whose face is a beautiful copy of his mother's, but whose soul, rumor claims, is black as midnight.*