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He removed his crown—a circlet of thorns that had grown into his brow—and set it on the throne. Blood welled from the punctures, but he did not flinch.

“You’re afraid,” Riven observed softly. His thumb brushed her jaw, and she hated the way her skin warmed at the touch. “Good. Fear keeps the blood hot.” court of blood and bindings vk

“Why?” Kaelen asked, stepping closer. She could feel it now—the absence of the binding. A hollow space where the pull used to live. It should have felt like liberation. He removed his crown—a circlet of thorns that

Kaelen’s stomach tightened. The Tithe was a ritual she had heard whispered about by servants who had no tongues—a ceremony of unbinding and rebinding, where the bound could be broken, reforged, or consumed . where the bound could be broken