The Wardens of Nav

“Koschei the Deathless, come for me. I am ready!”
 

 

Sofiya has spent her whole life choosing nothing: not her name, not her fate, not the husband a prophecy promised her before she could speak her first word. So on the night before her wedding, she does the one reckless thing left to her: she whispers a creature’s name into the wind, certain no one is listening.
 

Something is.
 

He comes for her at the altar, not the groom she was given, but a Tsar the world buried centuries ago beneath ice, chains, and fear.
 

Koschei the Deathless.
 

Immortality was never meant to be shared. And some curses aren’t meant to be broken. They’re meant to be chosen.