Threadbare Crown
fantasy◐ TeenMira's knees shook, but she did not run. The guards bowed low, right there on the dusty workshop floor. "Your Majesty," the older one said. "The Loom has chosen you. You must come to the palace at once." Mira swallowed hard and nodded, deciding the safest thing was to play along and learn the rules from the inside.
In a quiet hall, Mira found the Great Loom itself, still and silent. A thin thread of silver hung loose from its edge, freshly cut. Someone had been working it after the unveiling. Mira reached out and touched the thread, and it was still warm, as if a hand had just left it.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMira hid behind a pillar and waited. Past midnight, Lord Castet crept in with needle and silver thread, humming, and began stitching a fresh false face into the cloth. Mira stepped out. "I see you," she said. Castet spun around, needle still in hand, caught red-handed by the very girl he'd framed.