The capital city buzzed with anticipation long before the prison convoy reached its outer gates. For weeks, messengers and rumors had spread word of the Prophecy Child’s capture, drawing crowds from every corner of the realm. By the time Aria’s iron wagon rumbled into view, thousands of people had gathered along the main avenues. They packed the streets shoulder to shoulder, climbed onto rooftops, and leaned from balconies overlooking the procession route. Everywhere she looked through the narrow gaps in the bars, faces stared back at her. Some showed raw curiosity, others burned with open hatred, and many reflected pure, unfiltered terror.The moment the wagon passed beneath the massive city gates, a deafening wave of noise erupted from the crowd. Shouts and jeers rolled over her like a storm surge. “The Prophecy Child!” “Monster!” “Burn her!” “Cursed witch!” The accusations followed her all the way to the palace steps, growing louder and more venomous with every turn of the wheels.
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