The throne room was heavy with anticipation, the air thick with tension. I sat upon the throne, my fingers gripping the armrests as I awaited the arrival of Leo and Alden. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the gravity of what was to come. Today, I would face not just a rogue king but also confront Leo and demand answers—answers he had denied me until now.
The elders had gathered, their expressions somber as they spoke in low tones, waiting for the moment when the doors would swing open. Riverdale and my other ladies-in-waiting stood to the side, their gazes fixed on the doorway, their faces a mix of worry and determination.
The door finally opened, and Charles entered, followed by two guards. Between them walked **Leo**, his posture as confident as ever, his expression unreadable
