Chapter Twenty-Five – The Cost of a Crown
Christa’s P.O.V.
The house had gone quiet.
Not the comforting kind of quiet that settled over DeL Sol after a celebration or a long day of training. This silence was different. It lingered in the halls like a ghost, clinging to the walls and settling into every empty room.
I hated it.
The Alpha House had always been alive.
Warriors laughing as they crossed the courtyard.
Children racing through the corridors despite being told not to.
Servants arguing over recipes in the kitchens.
Carlos shouting at Antonio for leaving swords where someone would inevitably trip over them.
Anna singing when she thought no one could hear her.
Now…
Nothing.
My bare feet carried me across the cool marble floors without direction. I wasn’t searching for any
