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

Nnenna lunged.

his full weight, his blood pouring onto her robes. The camera picked

She held on.

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

warm. Too heavy. Too

looked down at his

fingers gripped his shoulders, shaking violently as

And then

He opened his eyes.

camera zoomed

He looked at her.

for the first time in her

It wasn’t distant.

full of judgment

It was… soft.

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

had once

Someone he had… loved.

to be

EYES. He seems to be looking at her with this love I’ve never felt before. Is this how a father should love his daughter? I

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

she still held him.

in his eyes.

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

a reverent hush. It was as if everyone was paying their last respects to King

down faces, nobles and

most stoic among them were wiping at their

her chest and whispered, “Why does that look seem like

knight murmured under his breath, “That day

silence was thick.

was full, of emotion, of grief, of reawakened

that room would ever

And Somto?

had just let the truth

The video ended.

faded

And silence… returned.

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