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Chapter 10 - Dawn of the Iron Crown

Spring finally returned to Blackwinter Court, washing away the bitter memories of winter and war. The courtyards were green once more, filled with the bustling sounds of reconstruction and trade.

In the grand balcony overlooking the capital, Rowan stood in his full royal regalia, the heavy iron crown resting securely on his brow. The winged tiger—now resting peacefully in the sunlit gardens below, its red ice medallion fully melted into a warm, glowing silver—let out a soft, contented purr that vibrated gently through the stone foundations.

Helena stood beside him, a genuine smile gracing her lips for the first time in decades. “You look every bit the sovereign Vespera dreamed of, Your Majesty.”

“I had a remarkably good teacher,” Rowan replied, looking out over the peaceful expanse of the kingdom.

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Down in the courtyard, Captain Marcus Hale was drilling the new guard recruits, while Prince Lucian worked side by side with master stonemasons repairing the great gates. There were no more shadow plots, no more manipulated trials, and no more fear of the dark.

The bloodline of the Ashbourne sovereigns was restored, not through tyranny and bloodshed, but through courage, truth, and the fierce loyalty of a winged beast that had found its true home at last. The realm was finally safe, and a bright, enduring era of peace began.

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