Chapter 78 Queen's Vow

• The moonlight followed her like a spotlight—silver slicing across the dark waves as the yacht cut through the water. Amara stood at the bow, hair whipping in the wind, her fingers curled tight around the railing. Behind her, Naples flickered like a broken constellation, one she’d burned herself.
• Lucien didn’t say a word as he came to stand beside her. He didn’t need to. His silence was loyalty. The weight of it stronger than any vow.
• “They’ll regroup,” she said after a long moment. Her voice was rough with salt, smoke, and something deeper. “They’ll come back harder.”