Chapter 399: I Hate This Club

A queen from the south quietly removed her crown and held it against her chest, her lips moving in silent prayer.

Some whispered in the halls.

“He really showed the king’s final moments… just like that.” “I’ll never forget the look in her eyes when he took the blow.” “Obinna’s face… I think I felt his panic in my bones.”

In their rooms, doors shut softly. Fires crackled low. Servants moved quietly, sensing the gravity in the air.

No one slept easily.

Some cried.

Some rewound the livestream, needing to watch again just to believe.

Some stared at the ceiling in silence, haunted by the question:

Why did the king do it?

Was it just because Nnenna is his daughter… adopted daughter?

And through it all, Lionara’s name echoed across the continent, not for its riches, not for its soldiers, not for its ancient bloodline…

…but because, that night, they witnessed something few kingdoms ever dared to show:

Raw truth.

The corridors of the palace were quiet now. The warm golden glow of torches lining the walls flickered gently, casting long, dancing shadows that trailed Somto as he walked.

His steps were slow.

Not from fatigue, but from the weight of everything that had happened.

The banquet. The dance. The confrontation. The video.

And her.

Nnenna.

He clenched his jaw, hands curling into faint fists at his side. He was a man of order. Decisive. Calculated. Every word, every move, every alliance, carefully measured and weighed.

But tonight?

had danced with

Held her.

into her eyes and forgot the

the footage he promised himself never to show, not to the world. Not to anyone. A

he

the moment… but it didn’t feel like a decision

It felt like instinct.

Like need.

him with a low click. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t undress. He just sat at

the silence, quiet and

exactly is

the air like a secret too ashamed to

wasn’t expecting

the storm of feelings he couldn’t name… that was

one person he tried to keep out of his heart might already be living there,

the edge of his bed, phone in hand now, thumb

for, guidance? Sanity? A way to untangle the emotional mess swirling

name blinked back at

Carl.

politics. Just sarcasm, honesty, and the uncanny ability to call Somto out when no

was the same, but that dude would obviously be of no help. He’s a bigger ice

And so

hit the

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then

light and teasing.

slipped from his shoulders at

before Somto could

the bridge

“I’m being serious.”

throne shaped mirror. That way you can stare at yourself

Somto groaned.

“Carl.”

like, thirty minutes ago? Why are you

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