The sunlight in the dining hall feels warmer than it did a moment ago as the sun sets, soft and bright over the polished tables. I’m still settling into the quiet aftermath of the coronation, my crown safely removed, my shoulders lighter now that the ceremony is behind us.

Daisy and I are laughing about something ridiculous, something about throwing silver chalices at people, and Darian stands a few steps away, speaking with two council members. He looks relaxed for the first time in what feels like weeks.

Everything feels… peaceful.

Too peaceful.

A strange prickle crawls up the back of my neck. A shift in the air, like the...