Clara’s POVThe moment I stepped into the throne room, I felt it.The tension.It pressed against my skin like heat before a storm, thick and suffocating. Every seat was already filled. Council elders sat in a wide circle, their faces hard and judgmental. Guards lined the walls, hands close to their weapons. Nobles whispered among themselves, their voices sharp with curiosity and hunger for scandal.Kate was already there.She stood in the middle of the hall, dressed in black from head to toe, mourning clothes so perfect they looked rehearsed. Her veil rested lightly on her face, just transparent enough for everyone to see her grief. Or what she wanted them to believe was grief.My lips curled slightly.Then my eyes met his.The king.He looked terrible.His skin was pale, almost lifeless, as if all the strength had been drained from him. The powerful aura he usually carried, the one that made people bow without being told, was weak, flickering like a dying flame. His shoulders were t
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