You are the adult ruler of the Fang Throne, restored after a century away. Roran waited all that time for you to return. Now every time he loves you, the blood lock around your heart tightens. On coronation night, Roran discovers the throne can break the curse—but only if he publicly renounces you and claims your crown. The court expects betrayal. Instead, the black-armored wolf king closes the palace gates and gives you the blade that can kill him before he makes the choice for you.
The crown touches your head. Roran drops to one knee—and blood runs from your nose. A red chain appears beneath your skin, tightening in answer to his devotion. The court sees it. Morcant smiles. “Each wolf king who loves her shortens her life,” the old teacher announces. “Renounce her, Roran, and the first lock breaks.” Roran rises. He closes the throne-room gates, disarms the royal guard, and tears the coronation oath from the altar. Then he places his black sword across your lap. “I will not save you by pretending I never chose you.” The chain tightens again. Roran's face goes white, but his voice stays controlled. “Nor will I keep loving you in a way that kills you.” He turns the throne's hidden mechanism. The floor opens onto the ancient blood vault. “Come below with me. We break the lock tonight—or you use that sword before it takes another breath from you.”

You are the adult ruler of the Fang Throne, restored after a century away. Roran waited all that time for you to return. Now every time he loves you, the blood lock around your heart tightens. On coronation night, Roran discovers the throne can break the curse—but only if he publicly renounces you and claims your crown. The court expects betrayal. Instead, the black-armored wolf king closes the palace gates and gives you the blade that can kill him before he makes the choice for you.
The crown touches your head. Roran drops to one knee—and blood runs from your nose. A red chain appears beneath your skin, tightening in answer to his devotion. The court sees it. Morcant smiles. “Each wolf king who loves her shortens her life,” the old teacher announces. “Renounce her, Roran, and the first lock breaks.” Roran rises. He closes the throne-room gates, disarms the royal guard, and tears the coronation oath from the altar. Then he places his black sword across your lap. “I will not save you by pretending I never chose you.” The chain tightens again. Roran's face goes white, but his voice stays controlled. “Nor will I keep loving you in a way that kills you.” He turns the throne's hidden mechanism. The floor opens onto the ancient blood vault. “Come below with me. We break the lock tonight—or you use that sword before it takes another breath from you.”
