The cold wind stopped feeling cold.<\/p>\n
The entire courtyard froze in silence beneath the shadow of the castle walls.<\/p>\n
The nobleman stared at the silver pendant swinging gently against the boy\u2019s torn tunic.<\/p>\n
Two skulls facing inward.<\/p>\n
Silver leaves surrounding them like a royal crest long buried by history.<\/p>\n
His breathing suddenly became uneven.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The black hunting dog stopped growling instantly.<\/p>\n
Even the horse shifted nervously beneath him.<\/p>\n
The villagers exchanged frightened looks.<\/p>\n
Because they recognized the symbol too.<\/p>\n
Not from stories.<\/p>\n
From fear.<\/p>\n
The nobleman slowly dismounted from his horse, boots sinking into the mud as he approached the kneeling child carefully now\u2014<\/p>\n
almost cautiously.<\/p>\n
Close-up\u2014<\/p>\n
his armored glove trembled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get that pendant?\u201d he demanded quietly.<\/p>\n
The boy slowly lifted frightened eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt belonged to my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ripple of panic spread through the villagers.<\/p>\n
One old woman covered her mouth instantly.<\/p>\n
Another man stepped backward like he had seen a ghost.<\/p>\n
The nobleman\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat crest burned twenty years ago,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n
The boy frowned in confusion.<\/p>\n
Before he could answer\u2014<\/p>\n
an older guard near the castle gate suddenly dropped his spear onto the stone road.<\/p>\n
Clang.<\/p>\n
Every eye turned toward him.<\/p>\n
The old guard stared directly at the pendant with horror in his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026That\u2019s the royal death seal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence crashed across the courtyard.<\/p>\n
The nobleman slowly looked back at the boy.<\/p>\n
Not with anger anymore.<\/p>\n
But with something far more dangerous.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Then the old guard whispered the words nobody in the kingdom had spoken for decades:<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last child of House Varek survived.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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