: Predicting the Empire's future using only a bowl of still water.
When Elara finally stood before Emperor Valerius, she didn't curtsy. While the others offered flattery, she pointed to the hairline fracture in his crown—a physical manifestation of the Heartstone’s decay. : Predicting the Empire's future using only a
While there isn't a single "official" story with that exact title, the phrase usually refers to the subgenre of "Selection" novels (similar to The Selection by Kiera Cass). Since you're looking for a story, here is an original short tale written in that style: The Jade Rose Selection While there isn't a single "official" story with
Elara, a minor noble from the frost-bitten Northern Marches, stood among thirty other women in the Great Hall. Each held a silken ribbon; hers was the color of a bruised plum. They weren't just there for their beauty; they were there because the Emperor, a man rumored to be more dragon than human, required a consort whose magic could stabilize the crumbling Heartstone of the realm. The trials were brutal: They weren't just there for their beauty; they