The Door Beneath

The chapter is sealed

The buried throne cracks open in the tremor. A pale hand reaches out from the dark—wearing their mother's silver ring. Mara grips the pendant. The ring and the pendant both flare with cold moonlight. Ronan's voice drops. 'Who was your mother?' Before Mara can answer, Nia runs out screaming and points at the hand. 'She looks exactly like Mom.'