EVELYN POV Bravo... The word slipped from my lips, soft but sharp, laced with a strange cocktail of mockery and admiration. Blood stained the palace floors, bodies of the fallen littered across the courtyard like wilted petals after a storm. Bravo, warriors... You fought well. But you’ve only awakened a darker wrath. I took a step forward, my heels crunching against broken tiles soaked in the blood of guards and traitors alike. My eyes burned, not with tears, but with fire, the fire of vengeance. Did you hear that voice, Mila whispered beside Elena, her voice trembling with fear. Then I spoke loud, fierce, and sharp enough to silence the night. You both killed my son and you still have the guts to remain in this palace? They turned, Mila's eyes dark like an alleyway holding secrets. Elena, head raised high, yet I saw the twitch in her lips, the shake in her fingers. You don’t fear anymore, do you? I said, taking measured steps down the staircase of the royal balcony. You t
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