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.

body could

Nnenna lunged.

onto her robes. The camera picked up the exact moment

She held on.

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

warm. Too

down at his

shoulders, shaking violently as

And then

He opened his eyes.

camera zoomed in

He looked at her.

time in her life, that gaze… it wasn’t

It wasn’t distant.

full of judgment or

It was… soft.

princess, not as the quiet girl

had once

Someone he had… loved.

be seeing someone

seems to be looking at her with this love I’ve never felt

Am I the only one that thinks something’s off with

dress, and she still held him. This scene is killing

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

King Somto, Nnenna their innocent of king Ikechukwu’s

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

faces,

stoic among them were wiping at their

older noblewoman clutched her chest and whispered, “Why does that look seem like a man loving a woman

under his breath, “That day is

silence was thick. But not

was full, of emotion,

ever see King

And Somto?

the truth speak

The video ended.

faded to

And silence… returned.

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