Chapter 53
The Hall of Queens Hailey The palace doors opened slowly. Ancient silver hinges groaned as centuries of silence finally gave way. Warm golden light spilled across the marble steps, illuminating intricate carvings that stretched across the entrance. Moon symbols intertwined with wolves, stars, and crowns. Every inch of the doorway told a story. A history. A legacy. My legacy. For several moments, nobody moved. The servants remained perfectly still behind us. The city itself seemed to hold its breath. Waiting. Watching. Expecting. The realization made my stomach twist. Not because I was afraid. Because for the first time in my life, people expected something from me. Not disappointment. Not failure. Hope. I stared at the enormous doorway. The entrance to the heart of Sil
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