Suddenly, out of nowhere, an arrow flew through the air and pierced straight through Amara's throat.
The smile on Adrian's face vanished—replaced by disbelief and grief.
Amara collapsed in front of him, lifeless.
The entire place erupted into chaos.
People screamed and ran as more arrows rained down from the upper corners of the palace.
The King was immediately escorted to safety. Advisors rushed behind him, terrified.
No one looked back at Adrian.
No one… except the King—who glanced once, with nothing but disgust.
But Adrian didn't care because his father only saw an empire's future in him not a son.
Adrian walked towards her slowly, eyes widened, fingers trembling. He lifted Amara into his lap, whispering broken words as tears fell onto her blood-stained face.
"You were never the killer… I knew it. I never doubted you,"he murmured.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't save you."
He looked like a child clinging to a dream already dead.
He wiped his tears, his voice turning cold.
"This Empire is built on lies.Lies demand blood."He added,"I'll avenge you... no matter what."
With that promise, Adrian stood up and walked away, hiding his face with Amara's red scarf.
His eyes burned crimson—like a rose thirsting for revenge.
I did nothing but stare at him.
My heart screamed at me: YOUR FAULT.
But did I care?
Disgustingly no.
Rumors spread like wildfire across the palace and the city.
The King collapsed under the pressure, unable to decide anything. He locked himself away.
All the princes had once agreed—Adrian was the rightful next king.
But now, everything had changed.
With the King broken, the smell of rebellion thickened.
Everyone began choosing sides—or creating them.
While they fought over crowns, I aimed for the more quieter one.
The Chief Minister's seat.
Birbal and I stayed close to the King, supporting him.
I said everything a therapist should say.
Birbal believed I was acting out of kindness.
But virtue had no place in the palace.
Only strength did.
Soon enough, the King declared Birbal the Chief Minister.
Perfect.
As rebellion approached, sides had to be chosen.
Difficult for me—I despised both factions.
Then an idea struck me.
Why support on side...
When I can poison both?
I told Birbal my plan.
"It's risky!" he exclaimed.
"You're afraid of risks?"I asked calmly,"Or are you afraid to admit none of them deserves to win?"
He didn't answer.
Because deep inside, he hated them both.
So he agreedafter hesitation.
We secretly funded both sides—equally.
The day of rebellion arrived.
Both factions, filled with hatred, charged at each other.
Neither realized the truth that –
Most of their resources came from the same source.
The Chief Minister.
They stood glaring at one another.
Then—
Swords slashed from behind both armies.
The princes froze in shock.
Within seconds, devastation unfolded.
Blood. Screams. Betrayal.
Blood filled the ground more than rain does.
Leaders from both sides stormed forward, grabbing each other by the collar, shouting in unison—
"YOU DID THIS?!"
But the truth stunned them.
Neither had planned it.
So then…
Who did?