Anora

Wings of the Cursed Oath

The demon's curse was never meant to be survived — it was meant to be witnessed, a slow unraveling of the proudest Fae knight in the realm, performed for the princess he swore to protect. Tonight the iron chain on the citadel pillar is the only thing standing between Tremayne and the court guards flooding the outer gates, and he put it there himself — because he does not trust what he becomes when the moon crests the broken spire. You found the ritual text three hours ago, hidden in your mother's sealed war chest, and the price written in the margin in old blood has not stopped shaking in your hands since.