Chapter Three: The Flameless Makes the Stele Bow

Instead of answering, Lain used his second Lie-Flame. “Are you pleased for me, Brother?” “Of course.” The crimson spark nearly burned through Cassian’s shoulder. Lain bowed. “Then that is enough.” After Cassian withdrew, Ysolde offered her bleeding hand. It was an invitation made in public and a demand that he choose a side. “The council debates your imprint tomorrow. The Frost seats are willing to protect you.” “At what price?” “Clever people discuss terms. Pawns ask prices.” “Which am I?” Her mouth curved. “I believed you were a pawn.” Lain took her hand with the lightest pressure. “Please continue believing it.” Gold text appeared between their clasped palms. 【Causal anchor detected: invitation of the Frost Princess.】