THE CROWN THEY HID FROM ME
They had reached a critical juncture, a moment when the collective realisation dawned—she was no longer reacting; she was leading.
“And what precisely is he exposing?” Rhyne asked, her voice laced with caution.
Aera’s tone dropped slightly. “The truth.”
A profound silence ensued, followed by a question from Merrow. “Which truth are you referring to?”
Aera maintained her gaze. “The truth that the crown was never intended to stand alone.”
The words settled upon the room, carrying a weight of gravity and irreversibility. A quiet sigh escaped someone, and another shifted uncomfortably, sensing the profound implications of Aera’s revelation.