My heart was racing, still pounding in my chest from Magnus’s cruel words. His revelation hung in the air like an unbearable weight, pressing on my lungs, making it harder to breathe. I stood there, frozen in place, trying to wrap my head around what he'd just said. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as the world I knew crumbled before my eyes.
"You think you’re some noble, pure thing," Magnus sneered, his voice low and venomous. "But you’re not. You’re the bloodline of a traitor, Lena. You come from a long line of power-hungry monarchs who sold their souls for the throne."
I took a shaky breath, trying to ignore the shaking in my hands. My mind refused to settle, the weight of his words rattling through me like a storm. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I finally found my
