Chapter 92 Silence Before The Storm

• The silence in the hall is suffocating. It clings to me like a second skin—thick with tension and unspoken truths. Lady Celestia stands tall and smug, the deep red of her dress practically radiating arrogance.
• And I can’t wait to see that arrogance crumble—the look on her face when she realizes I’m not only alive, after she failed to kill me in this very hall, but that I am the true blood of her father… the rightful heir to the throne she so desperately covets.
• I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed me yet. Then again, the hall is crowded, filled with layers of scents and auras that cloak mine just enough to delay recognition. Or maybe… maybe she simply refuses to believe I survived.