A kingdom cannot stand on fractured ground. Power must be wielded, not just held. And those who fear change will always seek to destroy it.
The Throne Room—A Kingdom on Edge
The air in the throne room was thick with unease, every breath a struggle against the weight of impending chaos. Aria sat beside me, her presence a quiet storm in a room teetering on the edge of rebellion. Her chair, smaller and less ornate than mine, was a deliberate insult—a reminder that the council still saw her as less than.
Across from us, the nobles and warlords stood, their voices a cacophony of fear and defiance. The Great Divide was no longer a shadow—it was here, alive and breathing.
“Verauno does not need an Omega on the throne!” Lord Rael’s voice cut through the din like a blade. “She is powerful, yes—
