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“No—no, no—Erevan—something’s wrong—something’s wrong—” He grabbed her hands, forcing their palms together. His shadows wrapped around their skin, trying to anchor her—but they slipped through her light like water through fingers. Her heart hammered painfully. “Erevan—help me—my light—my magic—it’s—” He pulled her against him, voice raw with terror. “It’s not you,” he said fiercely. “It’s the throne.” Aria’s vision blurred. Her light continued unraveling. Thread by thread. Erevan looked up at the throne—voice cracking with rage.

Silence settled heavily around us. Because despite everything….. despite the throne and bloodlines and war….. she wasn’t entirely wrong. No one forced me toward Kael. Every step had been mine. Every argument. Every touch. Every moment I stayed when survival demanded I run. I had chosen him repeatedly before understanding what the choice truly meant. The woman studied me for another long moment before speaking again. “The throne is dying.” The words snapped through my thoughts instantly. “What?” “Matthias corrupted the blood seal, awakening it through violence instead of balance.” Her silver eyes darkened. “If the bond does not stabilize the throne soon, every territory tied to the ancient oa

“When two marks align in flesh not royal, born of pain and silence, then the throne shall bleed, and the flame shall fracture.” “Not one queen shall rise.” “But three.” Sirelia dropped the book. And in the corner of the vault, three shadows stirred. Waiting. Watching. Breathing.

One marked as “The Real King.” Amara stared. “All this time, I was fighting the wrong ghost.” Scene Four – The New Message A new black envelope arrived that night. No stamp. No seal. Inside: a single card. The King of Thorns. On the back: Your throne was built on a lie. You were never the queen. Just the distraction. Scene Five – The Decision The Winter Court erupted in panic. Jasmina wanted to deploy assassins. Mateo wanted to go dark. Cassian wanted Luca back.

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

Chapter 165 The Empty Throne Kael stared at the throne. It stood alone in a vast chamber of darkness. No walls. No ceiling. No floor. Only the throne. Auren held Kael's hand. “Daddy…” Kael looked at him. “Yeah?” “Why is there a throne here?” Kael slowly stepped forward. “I don't know.” The words above it continued glowing. CHOOSE YOUR KING. Selene appeared behind them. Her expression immediately changed. “Don't.”

“What does th—” Arthur’s jaw flexed. “Read it,” he said, thrusting the paper toward him. “Out loud.” George took it, smoothing the crease where his father’s grip had wrinkled the page. His voice remained steady as he read the usual story about the kingdom, promises of stability and integrity, but he paused at one line. “‘...it is perhaps understandable that when whispers arise of a possible… improper attachment in a young prince’s past, the instinct of those in power is to close ranks, to say “no scandal,” to sweep away any trace of the story before it can fully form.’”

It was far off, formal, and fearful. “Princess, I am bound to tell you that your elder brother, King Rowan Valeon, has officially abdicated the throne. He has decided to wed a peasant, Miss Elara Wynn, a matrimony against our laws.” I pressed my hand to my mouth. My chest tightened. What Rowan had told me in a confidential telephone conversation had now become all too real: official, irrevocable, inevitable. My brother had not acted merely in a thoughtless and momentary abdication but had made a legal decree, which the council had acknowledged.

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”

He put one of his legs on another and leaned back on the throne. “It’s been ten days, Jayden,” he smirked in a contemptuous tone, “Do whatever you want. You will never be able to get me off the throne. And when I eventually do, all of you will be the fertilizer of my new kingdom.” He lifted up his right hand and waved it in the air. Two wolves who stood slightly closer to the throne were dragged in front of the throne instantly by something invisible and exploded into two blood pools. All the other wolves growled at the scene, but they all took a step backwards fearfully.