As she neared the main hall, she heard it, shouting.
Her heart clenched.
"Nnenna."
Her mind went blank.
She exploded forward, tearing through the shadows like a silent storm.
If something had happened to Nnenna…
Someone was going to pay.
As she drew closer...
Little Sweetie's eyes sharpened as she heard desperate cries
"My King!"
Something must have happened to the King!
Her pace quickened, her heart pounding like war drums.
As she moved through the shadows, her mind pieced together what she already knew
The assassins had stormed the castle.
The generals had struggled.
And now
The King must have fallen.
But there was no way.
The King was one of the strongest men in Lionara.
Had he really…?
She clenched her teeth, forcing her legs to move faster.
By the time she reached the main hall, it was too late.
The scene before her froze her in place.
The King, collapsed in his own blood.
His powerful frame weakened, his breaths shallow.
