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

Nnenna lunged.

blood pouring onto her robes. The camera picked up the exact moment her knees buckled from the shock, but she

She held on.

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

Too heavy.

looked down at

gripped his shoulders, shaking violently as she tried to

And then

He opened his eyes.

zoomed

He looked at her.

time in her life, that gaze…

It wasn’t distant.

of judgment

It was… soft.

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

he had once

Someone he had… loved.

seemed to be seeing

His eyes. HIS EYES. He seems to be looking at her with this love I’ve never

only one that thinks something’s off with that look

soaking her dress, and she still

it in his eyes. Regret. Love. Peace. But what’s

This… this explains everything. King Somto, Nnenna their innocent of king Ikechukwu’s death. King Vladmir almost turned

had fallen into a reverent hush. It was as if everyone was paying

down faces, nobles

wiping at their eyes,

does that look seem like a man loving a woman and not a father loving

murmured under his breath, “That day

thick. But

full, of emotion, of grief, of reawakened

would ever see King

And Somto?

had just let the

The video ended.

screen faded

And silence… returned.

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