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Chapter 159: Haran Warriors Chapter 159: Haran Warriors Queen Chioma was really getting tired of chasing after Ebere everytime she disregarded her image and stormed off!

But what could she do?

Ebere was her only daughter.

Despite this disruption, the cheers for Nnenna did not die down.

She bowed gracefully to the performers and turned to return to her seat.

Lady Rose, who had been watching the entire time from the sidelines, was staring at her with narrowed eyes.

She muttered to herself in disbelief, “I never taught her this dance… The girl must have self learned it for years now!” Meanwhile, at the royal table Somto’s fingers drummed against the armrest, his expression unreadable.

Ikenna’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as well, but his jaw was tight.

And Arthur… Arthur still hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

His mind whirled with memories, questions, and something he couldn’t quite place.

Her movements… her skill… it was too familiar.

As the grand hall settled, the next performance was announced, the Haran Kingdom’s War Dance.

A hush fell over the room.

The moment the performers stepped forward, the air shifted.

The dancers were unlike the previous entertainers, there was no silk, no embellishments, no dazzling fabrics to enchant the eyes.

Instead, they wore plain, durable tunics that clung to their powerful frames, their rank insignias embroidered in deep crimson on their chests.

Their presence alone sent a ripple of unease through the audience.

And then, the drums began.

A deep, primal beat that echoed through the bones of everyone present.

With precise, disciplined movements, the warriors moved as one, each step thunderous, each motion deliberate.

Their bodies twisted and turned in a dance that was not meant to entertain but to intimidate.

a story

Of victory.

Of Haran’s might.

all of it painted a vivid picture of warriors on the battlefield, moving

watched in awed

Then came the whispers.

just a performance!” “They’re clearly showing us their discipline… their strength.” “It’s

celebration of our downfall one day.” A fresh

who had doubted Haran’s power before now

royal table, the Haran royalties

outfits for the evening were exquisite but not extravagant, reflecting their nature, practical, strong, and commanding respect without the

dance reached its climax, the warriors let out one final, unified battle

so sharp and powerful that it shook

Then, silence.

The performance was over.

the tension

dancers stood tall and unwavering, their faces unreadable, their message clear

moment, no one

Then, slowly, applause erupted.

others out of

scanning the crowd as if memorizing who understood

one thing was certain Haran had left an intimidating

the echoes of the Haran war dance faded, the atmosphere in the grand hall slowly shifted once

the next performance, a solo

anticipation filled the

Haran, Dixan was known for its artistry,

and elegance, and their performances always carried

Then, she appeared.

draped in flowing silver and lavender

onto the elevated stage at the center of the ballroom, where

Then, silence.

first note

so clear, so hauntingly

wasn’t just music, it was

carried emotion, drawing the audience in, making them feel every word, every sorrow, every

tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of a heart

eyes, letting the melody

in awe, mesmerized by the