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She sat. Not because she wanted to. The binding pulled at her joints like invisible strings.

The hall fell silent.

“And the binding?”

Three years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, her own father had sold her bloodline’s last debt. Not with a sword or a cage, but with a single cut of a silver knife across her palm. Riven had tasted the droplet, whispered a word in a language older than the mountains, and just like that, Kaelen was no longer a person.

“Because I bound you for the wrong reason,” Riven said. “I told myself it was politics. Survival. But I kept you close because you were the first thing in five hundred years that made me feel less like a ruin.” He turned to her, his face unreadable. “You should go. The mortal lands are three days north. Take my horse.” court of blood and bindings vk

“A cage to protect you from worse cages.” He placed the dagger in her hand, curling her fingers around its hilt. “Cut me. Freely. And if you choose not to, I will walk you to the mortal border tonight and break the binding myself—damn the cost.”

The court scattered like roaches from light. Within minutes, the great hall was empty save for the two of them. She sat

But then again, neither would they.