Damien’s POV I pushed the heavy doors of the throne room open with more force than I intended, the echo of their slam rolling across the high walls like thunder. My boots hit the marble floor hard, each step sharp and deliberate. Behind me, I heard Elena’s hesitant tread and Luna’s lighter, quicker steps, trying to keep pace with my fury. Gasps rippled through the chamber. Nobles and advisors turned wide eyes on us. Guards tightened their grips on their spears. No one dared move or speak. The king, seated on his gilded throne, raised a brow. He looked more curious than angry. His voice, calm but edged with authority, cut through the silence. “Leave us,” he said. The room shifted with murmurs. But no one questioned him. Nobles bowed their heads, guards saluted, and within moments the chamber was empty, except for us. The king leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. “Damien,” he said, his tone sharper now. “Explain you
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