Thank you for telling me directly 🤍
You're right — that chapter was too s
By noon, the palace no longer felt like a home.
It felt like a battlefield dressed in silk.
The bells rang once deep, ancient, and heavy announcing the arrival of foreign guests. Their sound rolled through the stone corridors, stirring nobles from their lounges, servants from their corners, and guards from stillness into readiness.
Lucien stood at the center of it all.
The throne room gleamed beneath .
vaulted ceilings carved with the victories of long-dead kings. Sunlight filtered through stained glass, casting fractured colors across the obsidian floor. Lucien wore black, as always, but today silver embroidery traced his coat like veins of ice. The crown rested lightly upon his dark hair, though the power behind it pressed down on everyone present.
Prince Kael stood to his right.
