The air in the throne room was heavy with unspoken secrets.
Reno and Adele stood before the ancient seat of power, their shadows stretching long beneath flickering torchlight.
“Look here," Adele whispered, unfolding a brittle letter stained with age and ink.
Reno leaned in, his golden eyes tracing the faded script.
*“To my son, the future king,"* the letter began. *“Let this be a guide when you rule—not with iron alone, but with the strength of compassion..."*
Reno's jaw tightened. “My father's words."
Adele nodded. “He wanted reform. A kingdom ruled by justice."
“And not fear," Reno added.
A distant murmur echoed through the hall as courtiers whispered, some nodding in reluctant agreement.
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##Interrogation Chamber
The queen sat bound, her regal composure cracked but unyieldi
