Hello again fellow readers and writers!
Rishika is back in the story! (Get it, story because I wrote books? Hehe...)
Anyways, here is another announcement to tell you guys that I will upload my third book of my series: Ashes of the Heir - Empire of Dust very soon!
I hope you will enjoy it, and stay tuned for more info!
Also, here is a small sneak-peek of the blurb, hehe
Ashes of the Heir - Empire of dust
Chapter 1 – A Gathering Storm
The wind over Elarion's southern cliffs had changed. It was no longer the crisp, salt-laced breeze from the sea, but something heavier — charged with static, thick with silence, like the world had drawn in a breath and refused to exhale.
Elira stood at the edge of the stone balcony, her cloak snapping in the wind like a war banner. The sky was bruised purple and deep iron grey — the kind of sky that didn’t just promise a storm, but something older. Wilder.
Behind her, the council chamber buzzed with frustration.
“…they won’t wait, Your Majesty. The delegates from Oressian threatened to walk if you don’t appear within the hour,” said Councillor Verran, voice clipped, every word bristling with concealed annoyance.
“They’re free to walk,” Elira replied calmly, without turning around. “It’s not my job to soothe egos that can’t wait five minutes.”
“You haven’t attended a single council session this week.”
“I’ve been busy trying to keep the cliffs from falling into the sea.”
“That’s geological, not political.”
She turned then. Her gaze was colder than the wind. “Everything is political when the storms are magical.”
Verran swallowed hard and bowed stiffly. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
The door clicked softly behind him.
The silence returned.
