Chapter 69
- The war was about to ignite and I had a front-row seat to the carnage.
- Officially, I still wore the title of Gosto’s fiancée. And if he ascended the throne, I would, by default, be crowned ruler alongside him. It sounded foolish, but the brief thrill I felt when he referred to me as his Queen it stirred something in me. That fleeting moment of elation vanished just as quickly, replaced by the sharp sting of reality. I could never truly be his Queen. Because he would never be mine. The moment his body touched that cursed throne, our entire pretense would dissolve.
- Gosto, Fosco, Ermes even Diamante held unwavering faith in our plan. The Santini family’s army had been trained to near-perfection, fully capable of toppling the forces still loyal to King Gualtiero Pirozzi. I was sure of it. I had watched Gosto and Fosco prepare for this day with meticulous precision, fine-tuning every angle and possibility over years of planning. So why did I feel like I couldn’t breathe? My nerves weren’t just buzzing they were howling.