Chapter 12 · free to read
Ilva of Rennoth. Twenty years old, third daughter, no allies at court, and a palace tailor measuring her for vermilion since autumn.
It went hot for her as well. It had never once done that for anybody who was not a vessel.
Ilva's handler had been standing in that corridor for the whole of it.
By morning the Coil had moved its date forward and the tailor had been told to hurry. Nine nights became four.
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