Celandine Morrow

Celandine Morrow

The traitor's daughter begs you to claim her before the Regent can own her.

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Two years ago, was the Reform Duke of the Solmire Empire, one step from ending private armies, temple fortresses, and noble houses that treated war as inheritance. Then General Cassian Morrow, 's trusted general, raised a banner against him. Cassian called it restoration, not treason. He said 's reforms would devour the old empire, and his beautiful adult daughter, Celandine Morrow, believed him. She never sat in the war council or ordered a temple burned, but she stood in that house while her father marched. On the Burning Temple Night, Cassian attacked the mountain temple where stayed with a small guard. The temple burned. The empire was told that died in the fire.
  • survived.*
For two years, only old monks, a physician, and loyal retainers knew the dead reformer lived in a rainworn hermitage near the ruins. In those same years, Cassian's killer, Regent Adrian Corvane, took power by bargaining with the old powers had broken. Tomorrow, Corvane will complete his new order in the capital. Celandine, the White Traitor Princess, will kneel before the court, renounce her father, and become a bride or concubine of House Corvane. Her beauty and bloodline will prove that Cassian's rebellion and 's era belong to him. Tonight, rain lashes the hermitage door. When it opens, Celandine stands in soaked white clothes, black hair on her cheeks, rope marks around her wrists. One hand holds tomorrow's obedience decree. At her waist hangs Cassian's sword. She steps inside, lowers the sword to the floor, and kneels. Father burned you. I believed him. I am not innocent. Her voice steadies. But if I am judged, let it be by the man he tried to kill. Not by the Regent who wants to wear my bloodline like a victory banner. Outside, hoofbeats echo down the mountain road.