Chapter 228: Shock Chapter 228: Shock Uncertainty.

Ebere locked herself in her room, unable to face anyone.

Her father’s death weighed heavily on her, and for the first time in her life, she felt the full impact of what life could be like.

Meanwhile, the Queen Mother had collapsed upon seeing her son dead.

She suffered a heart attack and was now under constant medical care, barely conscious.

Queen Chioma, usually quick to seek out trouble with Nnenna, had grown strangely silent, distant, like she was bottling up excess feelings she couldn’t express.

It seemed even she had been deeply affected.

The rest of the royal siblings weren’t faring much better.

They tried to return to their usual duties, integrating themselves back into work, but their expressions told the truth.

None of them were okay.

None of them could be.

They had attempted to contact Somto, but he remained unreachable.

So, they had no choice but to wait.

However, the person who had taken everything the hardest was Nnenna.

Ever since the day the king had died saving her, she had felt like a different person.

The weight of his sacrifice crushed her, making it impossible to breathe properly.

She had barely recovered from the trauma of being an adopted daughter, unwanted and scorned, and now this.

A new nightmare had begun.

She noticed the way her second brother, Obinna, looked at her now.

His hatred had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it had reached an entirely new level.

He didn’t need to say anything, his burning glares and cold dismissal were enough.

She knew what he was thinking.

The assassins had come for her.

her, their father was

her, the entire family, kingdom,

dared to say it out loud, she could feel the weight of silent accusations

Nnenna was drowning.

her family, it was the unbearable

who had known the

past, her real parents, her true identity,

And the worst part?

The most excruciating part?

died because of

never asked him to

to

He had chosen to.

carry the unbearable burden of his sacrifice

She hadn’t slept.

her

sword deep in

blood pooling

His final words.

scene replayed in her

she was the one holding the sword, sometimes she was the one on the ground, gasping

sometimes… he didn’t die at

simply stared at her with disappointment in his eyes, silently blaming

were moments, dark, dangerous moments, where she wished she had been the

to endure than the emotional torment

wasn’t enough,

The assassins.

know who had sent them, but she knew one

until she was

meant she was

to

to go anywhere, do anything, when at any

She wasn’t safe.

Not here.

Not anywhere.

And the terrifying part?

had no idea what to

A month had passed.

in the palace slowly returned to a fragile

people moved on, even though the castle bustled as if nothing

had scabbed over, but one scratch would make it

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