The throne room doors creaked open, and Marcus stepped inside, his armor dented and splattered with blood. His chest was heaving from the battle, but his eyes burned with triumph. "We won," he announced, his voice echoing through the shattered hall. “The traitors are dead. The kingdom is yours again, my king.Then his gaze dropped to the floor to Lucian’s ruined corpse, his chest a hollow cavity, his remaining eye staring blankly at the ceiling. A shudder ran through Marcus.His eyes flicked to Alejandro and Yolanda. They stood together, their son cradled between them, their faces streaked with blood and grief. They had won. They had taken back their throne. But the victory was hollow. Marcus hesitated, then bowed low. "My king… my queen…"Alejandro didn’t look at him. His eyes were distant, fixed on something far beyond the castle walls. "Gather the council," he said, his voice steady despite the storm in his eyes. "We have a kingdom to rebuild."Marcus nodded and turned to leave
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