Cold iron shackles wrapped around Kaela's wrists.
Even with her power, she couldn't break them.
"They're enchanted," Ryven said quietly. "They suppress your magic."
Kaela smirked faintly. "So the great queen can be chained after all."
Ryven stepped closer.
"You're not a queen yet."
Their eyes met.
"Then why do you look at me like I already am?" she asked softly.
Ryven didn't answer.
Because he didn't know the truth himself.