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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight Maya’s POV The shock of the guard’s words hadn’t faded, but the noise in the hall was starting to settle again. Not because anyone felt calmer. Because everyone was calculating now. The Minister of Trade being death didn’t end the suspicion. It sharpened it. Alvarez didn’t move at first. He just breathed out once, slow, and the room began to fall back into place under his control. That was the kind of power he had. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to posture. He only needed to look. “Close the doors,” he said. Two guards stepped forward and pushed them shut. The heavy wood thudded into the frame. The sound carried through my chest. No one was leaving now. The feeling in the room changed immediately. No longer a council. Not quite an interrogation. Something in between. Something quieter. More dangerous. Ethan didn’t sit back down. He stayed standing beside me. His presence was steady, but I could feel how tightly coiled he was. If

Chapter One Hundred and FiftyMaya’s POVEverything moved at once, but it didn’t feel fast.It felt sharp.Clear.Like the world had narrowed into pieces I could see one by one Alvarez giving orders, Ethan pulling the envoy forward, guards rushing toward the corridor, the firelight shifting against the walls.The sound came again, heavier this time.Closer.Boots. Many.They weren’t running.They were walking.Entering like they belonged here.Alvarez didn’t hesitate. “Ethan. With me.”Ethan glanced back at me, just once. And in that look, I knew two things:He didn’t want to leave me in this room And he didn’t trust what was coming from the hall.But he nodded anyway.Duty before fear.The envoy spoke again, lightly, almost conversational.“You won’t make it to the gates in time.”Ethan didn’t even spare him a glance. “Shut him up.”A guard gagged him without hesitation.Then Ethan reached me. Not with panic. Not with softness, either.Just presence solid and close.“You stay with A

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-TwoMaya’s POVThe corridor stayed quiet long after Cairo and his men disappeared.No one moved.No one spoke.I could hear my own heartbeat in my teeth.Ethan stood beside me, his jaw tight, shoulders rigid, like he was holding something back with force alone. Alvarez was a few steps ahead, staring at the doorway where Cairo had vanished, hands curled loosely at his sides.He didn’t look shocked.He looked haunted.The guard captain still pinned against the wall finally took a breath, his chest rising sharply. Ethan released him without looking, without speaking, without acknowledging he existed at all. The man staggered forward but didn’t run. No one ran.Because everyone in that hallway had just understood something at the same time:This wasn’t the beginning of a threat.This was the return of something that had been waiting.Alvarez spoke first, voice low.“We move to the council room. Now.”The guards nodded and began to disperse, fast but not frant

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-FourMaya’s POVThe great hall was not meant for moments like this.It was built for ceremony, for pledges and coronations, for diplomacy and feasts that pretended the world was not brutal. But now the air inside was sharp, cold, and hollow.The tall doors were already open, and the guards stood along the walls like statues rigid, silent, waiting.I felt Ethan’s hand still holding mine as we stepped inside.Alvarez moved ahead of us, his expression steady, but I could see the tension in his shoulders a careful, controlled readiness. Strategists whispered to each other under their breath. The torches along the stone walls flickered, casting light that didn’t feel warm.Then everything slowed.Because he stepped in.Cairo didn’t walk the way a king usually did — no arrogance, no show. His presence didn’t have to announce itself. It settled into the room like gravity. He was tall, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t shimmer or shine. Nothing about him was de

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six Maya’s POV The night air was colder outside the palace walls. Not icy. Just sharp enough to keep me aware of my breathing, of the ground under my feet, of the weight of what was happening. The city below stretched wide and uneven, houses tucked close together, lantern light flickering between narrow alleys. People were awake, even at this hour. Voices carried. Laughter. Arguing. The dull hum of life that didn’t pause just because kingdoms were shifting. We moved with only a handful of guards. Not armoured. Not marching. Just walking. Present without being a threat. Ethan walked beside me, close enough that our hands brushed now and then. He didn’t take my hand this time. He didn’t need to. The space between us felt held even without contact. Alvarez walked just ahead, cloak falling over one shoulder, attention sharp but calm. He seemed to know this place well every turn, every quiet opening, every street where someone was watching from a shad