Chapter 397: Nightmare I’ll Never Forget

Because they weren’t just watching history.

They were watching the last breath of a hero.

The recording resumed.

Chaos had erupted.

Screams tore through the hall.

Nobles backed away in horror, some collapsing to their knees, others clutching at each other as if the floor might collapse beneath them.

“NO!!”

A royal attendant’s shriek cracked the air.

“The King! The King—he’s—!”

Soldiers still standing let out guttural, instinctive cries, battle hardened men reduced to helplessness in a single moment.

The assassins, cloaked in shadows, froze.

Even they, ruthless, inhumanly fast, detached from emotion, looked momentarily shaken. Their masks turned toward one another. Their feet stilled.

One of them even took a half step back, as if this was not the outcome they’d intended. Not like this.

But in the center of it all

Nnenna didn’t move.

She was frozen. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t cry.

Just stood there, shattered.

The sound of the chaos around her warped, muted, like the world had suddenly fallen underwater.

The camera zoomed slightly on her face.

Her lips trembled. Her arms hung limp at her sides.

King Ikechukwu’s body wavered. His towering frame, once so immovable, faltered. His knees gave way.

And then

He collapsed.

before his body could strike the

Nnenna lunged.

The camera picked up the exact moment her knees buckled from the

She held on.

breaths, her panicked whimpers, the sticky sound of blood as it

Too heavy. Too

looked down

gripped his shoulders, shaking violently as she tried to

And then

He opened his eyes.

zoomed

He looked at her.

for the first time in her life,

It wasn’t distant.

full of judgment

It was… soft.

pawn, not as a princess, not as the quiet girl in the corner of royal affairs,

he had

Someone he had… loved.

seemed to be seeing someone through

at her with this love I’ve never felt

that thinks something’s off with

her dress, and she still held him. This scene

could SEE it in his eyes. Regret. Love. Peace.

their innocent of king Ikechukwu’s death. King Vladmir almost turned me against my favourite royal

fallen into a reverent hush. It was as

down faces, nobles and

stoic among them were wiping at

and whispered, “Why does that look seem like a

knight murmured under his breath, “That day is a nightmare I’ll

silence was thick. But

full, of emotion, of

would ever

And Somto?

had just let the truth speak for

The video ended.

faded to

And silence… returned.

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