Darkness swallowed the Well of Reflection once more. Killian stood alone—no sword, no crown, no title. Only a son about to learn the truth about his mother.Nyx watched him carefully. For the first time since he had met her, she wasn't smiling. She wasn't mocking him. She almost looked... sad.Killian frowned. "What did my mother do?"Nyx remained silent, then raised a hand. The darkness around them shifted slowly.A palace appeared, elegant and grand. Silver banners fluttered in the wind, moonflowers bloomed in crystal gardens, and children laughed in distant courtyards. Killian recognized it immediately."Mooncrest Palace."Nyx nodded. "Thirty years ago."A woman stood near a fountain, beautiful and graceful, her silver hair cascading down her back and her golden eyes sparkling with warmth. Killian felt his chest tighten."Mother..."Queen Elara Blackthorn. She looked younger than he remembered—alive, happy, unburdened. And beside her was another woman: Lyssandra, only much younger,
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