Chapter 10 - DAWN OF THE ETERNAL CROWN
The battle for Castle Dunbarton was swift, brutal, and decisive.
When the rogue mercenaries breached the outer perimeter, expecting a disorganized castle, they were met by the terrifying, coordinated fury of the northern army led by King Cedric himself. The Iron Wolf fought like a demonic force of nature, cutting through enemy lines with unmatched precision and savage power.
Seeing their vanguard decimated, the enemy commanders attempted a desperate flanking maneuver, trying to scale the high northern balcony where Isolda stood alone.
As the lead mercenary captain crested the stone ledge, sneering as he raised a poisoned blade, Isolda did not flinch.
Her amethyst eyes flared with blinding, radiant light. A massive wave of pure, divine energy erupted from her body like a shockwave of starlight. The shockwave slammed into the intruders, throwing them backward off the battlements and scattering their forces into total retreat.
Within hours, the battle was over. The enemy survivors fled back into the frozen wastelands, swearing never to return.
Silence settled over Castle Dunbarton once more, broken only by the crackling of torches and the soft, steady blowing of the winter wind.
Cedric walked up the stone steps of the balcony, his armor covered in soot and snow, but his face radiant with triumph. He swept Isolda up into his arms, spinning her around as a deep, rumbling laugh escaped his chest.
"You never cease to amaze me, my Queen," Cedric whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
"We did it together," Isolda replied softly, resting her hands against his broad chest, feeling the steady, powerful thud of his heart beating in sync with her own.
Months later, the continent was entirely transformed. The Riverlands were rebuilt under fair, honorable new leadership chosen by the pack members themselves, and peace flourished across all united territories. In the grand throne room of Castle Dunbarton, beneath towering banners of silver and black, a grand coronation ceremony took place.
There were no chains.
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There were no burlap sacks.
Only a magnificent crown of starlight placed upon silver-blonde hair, and a legendary love story whispered across generations—proving that even the deepest darkness can be conquered by the dawn of a true queen and her Iron Wolf.
