The crown system: four kings bound to me
A bitter smile touched her lips.
I sank back against the bed, mind racing. Bind. The system loved using vague words as if confusion were part of its design. What exactly did binding mean? Was it magical? Emotional? Contractual? Romantic? None of the possibilities made me feel better. Worse, the title “Crown Kings” stirred something strange inside me. The moment I heard those words, a sharp ache pulsed through my chest. It lasted only a second, but it felt disturbingly familiar, as though some buried memory had twitched in recognition. I pressed a hand to my sternum. Why did that hurt? Why did everything connected to this mission feel familiar in ways I couldn’t explain? Before I could dwell