Episode 7
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The room fell into stunned silence.
Lyria stared at the guard, unable to believe what she had just heard.
My name
The guard nodded.
Written in blood across the wall of the royal vault.
The Alpha King's face darkened.
Take me there.
He strode out of the room without another word.
The captain of the Royal Guards motioned for Lyria to follow.
She had no choice.
Within minutes, they arrived at the royal vault beneath the palace. The corridor was crowded with guards, royal advisers, and frightened servants.
The heavy iron door hung open.
Inside, shelves filled with ancient scrolls had been overturned.
Glass cases lay shattered across the floor.
The Alpha King stepped into the vault, his sharp eyes scanning every corner.
Then he saw it.
Written in fresh blood across the stone wall were four chilling words.
Lyria is the traitor.
Whispers spread through the room.
She stole the prophecy.
She must be working with the King's enemies.
Arrest her immediately.
Lyria shook her head.
I did not do this.
An elderly council member stepped forward.
Of course, you did. Ever since this woman entered the palace, disaster has followed.
Several nobles nodded in agreement.
The captain looked at the Alpha King.
My King, what are your orders?
The Alpha King remained silent.
His silence made Lyria's heart sink.
Finally, he turned toward the captain.
Search every room in the palace.
No one leaves until the prophecy is found.
The guards hurried away.
One by one they searched every chamber.
When they reached Lyria's room, she stood quietly beside the Alpha King.
She had nothing to hide.
A few moments later, one of the guards came running back.
My King
He held up a rolled parchment.
We found this beneath the prisoner's bed.
The entire hallway fell silent.
The Alpha King's expression hardened as he accepted the scroll.
A royal seal was stamped across the front.
It was the missing prophecy.
Lyria's eyes widened in horror.
No.
That is impossible.
I have never seen that before.
The elderly council member laughed coldly.
The evidence speaks for itself.
Another noble pointed at her.
Execute her before she brings more misfortune upon this kingdom.
Voices rose around them.
Execute her.
Execute her.
Execute her.
Lyria felt the walls closing in.
Someone had planted the prophecy in her room.
But who
Her eyes drifted across the crowd.
Princess Selene stood quietly near the back of the hall.
Their eyes met for only a second.
A faint smile appeared on Selene's lips before disappearing.
Lyria's heart skipped.
She knew.
She knew exactly who had framed her.
The Alpha King slowly unrolled the prophecy.
His eyes moved across the ancient writing.
Then his expression changed.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Fear.
The captain noticed immediately.
My King
The Alpha King rolled the parchment shut.
Everyone leaves.
The council members protested.
But Your Majesty
Leave.
His Alpha command shook the walls.
No one dared argue again.
Within moments, only the Alpha King and Lyria remained inside the vault.
She looked at him.
You know I didn't steal it.
He nodded.
Yes.
Then why did you let them accuse me?
Because someone inside this palace wants you dead.
He handed her the prophecy.
Read the last line.
Her hands trembled as she opened the ancient scroll.
Most of the words had faded with time.
Only the final sentence remained clear.
When the Blood Moon blesses the chosen Luna, she shall carry the King's triplet heirs.
Their birth shall unite the kingdom or destroy it forever.
Lyria's breathing stopped.
Triplets.
Her mind flashed back to the old prisoner.
The mother of the three heirs.
It had been true all along.
She slowly looked up at the Alpha King.
His silver eyes were fixed on her.
Before either of them could speak, a scream echoed through the palace.
The captain burst into the vault, his face pale with terror.
My King
The old prisoner from the dungeon has been murdered.
His killer left one final message.
The Alpha King's jaw tightened.
What message
The captain swallowed hard.
He wrote that the future Luna must die before the next full moon.
Lyria felt an icy chill run through her body.
Someone wasn't just trying to frame her anymore.
Someone had declared war on her unborn future.
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