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Chapter 79

Autor: Faryal Javed
last update Data de publicação: 2025-12-05 01:03:27
The southern barons gathered that very same night — dragged together not by duty, certainly not by loyalty, but by fear.

Word had spread faster than wildfire in drought.

Seraphine Cross: dead.

Victor Cross: dead.

Executed without trial, without rite, without ceremony — torn apart by the king’s own hands.

And Arabella Cross… found. Not runaway. Not traitor. A corpse crushed beneath stone, stolen and discarded.

Now even the most arrogant southern lord felt his stomach knot.

They met in a manor dee
Faryal Javed

The four regal houses are Vitale, Holt, Cross and Mercer. they are powerful enough to rule the realm and that is why they are called Regal houses or regal families. Royal houses or Royal families are Varro, Eston, Marcetti and Reavl. they are Royalties but not as powerful as the regal families but their influence is significant. because they are like the arteries. If the regal families provide grain and gold then the royal families help distribute it.

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