Chloe’s p.o.v.
My breath became heavy as we raced through the castle corridors, the heavy footfalls of warriors behind us growing louder. The halls that once felt like home were now a battleground, the golden banners of my family torn down, replaced with a sigil I didn’t recognize.
My father’s throne had already been stolen, and he was too blind to see it.
Dylan ran beside me, his movements cold and composed, his body tense with barely contained fury. But I knew it wasn’t just the fight that had shaken him, it was my father’s reaction.
The man who once cradled me in his arms had raised his sword at me without hesitation, he had believed Bella’s lies without question.
Recalling that, pain twisted in my chest, but I swallowed it down as I couldn’t afford to be weak, not at this time.
