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.

his body

Nnenna lunged.

his full weight, his blood pouring onto her robes. The camera picked up the exact moment her

She held on.

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

Too heavy.

down at his

fingers gripped his shoulders, shaking violently as she tried to

And then

He opened his eyes.

zoomed in

He looked at her.

time in her life, that gaze… it

It wasn’t distant.

wasn’t full of judgment or

It was… soft.

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

he had once

Someone he had… loved.

be

her with this love I’ve never felt before.

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

and she still held him. This

in his eyes. Regret. Love.

innocent of king Ikechukwu’s death.

as if everyone was paying their last respects

down faces, nobles and

the most stoic among them were wiping at their eyes, pretending it was

her chest and whispered, “Why does that look seem like a man loving a woman and not a father loving

junior knight murmured under his breath, “That

silence was thick. But

was full, of emotion, of grief, of

room would ever see King Ikechukwu the same

And Somto?

just let the truth speak

The video ended.

screen faded to

And silence… returned.

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