The Crownless March

No horns were sounded.

No war banners unfurled.

No sky split open to mark their passage.

When Seren marched, she did so without coronation, without declaration. Her hair was bound not in gold, but in ash-dyed braids. Her cloak bore no sigil, only the ghost of soot and time. No sovereign’s crown gli...

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