The storm over Naples had not yet broken, but it lingered on the horizon, thickening with every passing day. A restlessness had seeped into the city streets, whispered through alleyways, carried in the smoke rising from the docks. Dante and Amara ruled together, their empire stronger than ever, yet beneath the glittering façade of dominance, shadows gathered, conspiring in silence.It was Amara who first sensed the tremor in the foundations. Her instincts, honed sharp by betrayal and survival, prickled whenever she entered the throne room, whenever emissaries from allied families bowed too deeply or smiled too quickly. A single glance exchanged between two men at a banquet was enough to set her mind racing. Trust was rarer than loyalty, and both were currencies she refused to spend carelessly.Dante, on the other hand, thrived in the turbulence. The bloodshed of Lorenzo’s downfall had steeled him, made him both feared and respected. Where Amara sought to weave control with precision,
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