Chapter 105
The piercing cry of the former king’s manservant shattered the quiet of the early morning. His wailing echoed through the palace halls, pulling servants, guards, and royals from their chambers.
“The…the former King—” the man stammered, collapsing to his knees. “He’s gone! His Majesty passed away in his sleep!”
Federico, still in his nightclothes, rushed from his chamber with Azalea right behind him. His face was pale, as though part of him had expected this moment but not so soon.
The corridors quickly filled with movement, guards running to confirm, maids whispering and weeping softly. Word spread like wildfire, and within minutes the palace was plunged into mourning.
Azalea’s heart ached as she held Federico’s hand, feeling his silent grief radiating through his tightene
