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.

forgot the room around them

every careful plan he’d sworn to follow, he revealed a part of the footage he promised himself never to show, not to the world. Not to anyone. A king’s downfall shouldn’t

yet he

made the decision in the moment… but

It felt like instinct.

Like need.

low click. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t undress. He

the

is

in the air like a

expecting

his chest, the unfamiliar doubt, the

already be living there, far deeper than he wanted to admit. How am I supposed to focus on my mission in this

his bed, phone in hand now,

guidance? Sanity? A way to untangle the emotional mess

name blinked

Carl.

pretenses. No politics. Just sarcasm, honesty, and the uncanny

but that dude would obviously be of no help. He’s a

And so

the

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then

Dramaticness finally calls,” Carl’s voice came through, light and teasing.

but some tension slipped from his shoulders at the sound of

your gift soon,” Carl added before Somto could

the bridge of

“I’m being serious.”

I. I got you a throne shaped mirror. That way you can

Somto groaned.

“Carl.”

get crowned like, thirty minutes ago? Why are you calling me instead of swimming in gold coins and women throwing flower petals

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