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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.

was a

Of victory.

Of Haran’s might.

clash of wooden spears, the rhythmic stomping, the sharp, controlled battle cries, all of it painted a vivid picture of warriors on the battlefield, moving in perfect

watched in

Then came the whispers.

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

of our downfall one day.” A fresh wave of fear and

had doubted

table, the Haran royalties and their entourage watched

the evening were exquisite but not extravagant, reflecting their nature, practical, strong, and

the warriors let out

powerful that it shook the very core

Then, silence.

The performance was over.

the

stood tall and unwavering, their faces unreadable, their message

moment, no

Then, slowly, applause erupted.

of genuine admiration, others out of sheer relief that the performance had ended without them being

scanning the crowd as

was certain Haran had left an

war dance faded, the atmosphere in the

the next performance, a solo from the Dixan Kingdom’s most

sense of anticipation filled the

of Haran, Dixan was known for its artistry, archery, poetry,

culture and elegance, and their performances always carried an air

Then, she appeared.

and lavender robes, her presence ethereal, like

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

Then, silence.

note pierced

voice so clear, so hauntingly

song wasn’t just

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

and despair, of a heart reaching for something it could never

letting

stared in awe, mesmerized by the sheer control and