The Silent Court
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For a hundred years, the Silent Court has waited-its power sealed away, its judgment silent, its immortals bound to watch from the shadows. Humans speak of it only in whispers, as a warning or a legend, and no mortal has ever walked its hidden paths... until Seraphine.
Drawn by a pull she cannot resist, Seraphine follows the whispers of a silence older than memory into the northern woods, stepping beyond the boundaries of the mortal world. What she finds is more than legend: a threshold to a spiritual realm, a glimpse of the Silent Court itself, and a world alive with unseen eyes and whispered power. But the portal closes before she can cross, leaving her alone-yet not entirely.
In the lingering hush, she meets him. Corvane. Masked, silent, and impossibly ancient, he is the first of the immortals to awaken for the Court's once-in-a-century judgment. The pull between them is immediate, profound, and dangerous. He is bound by rules she does not understand, and yet she cannot look away.
As the centuries-old silence begins to stir, Seraphine finds herself entwined in a web of secrets, forbidden magic, and a destiny she cannot escape. To survive, she must navigate a world of immortal powers, broken promises, and a love that might cost them both everything.
In a story of silence and whispers, of cursed immortals and the fragile heartbeat of a mortal girl, The Silent Court asks: when the world calls for judgment, can love survive the consequences?
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