Chapter 90

• I stood frozen on the threshold of my chamber, unable to move. The anguished cries of Keziah echoed through the corridor as the guards dragged her away. Only when their footsteps faded into the distance did I glance at my clenched fist, my nails pressing into the flesh of my palm, blood gathering beneath my skin. A tremor coursed through my body, but was it the adrenaline, or was it the unsettling realization that I had just committed an unforgivable act for the first time in my life?
• Before I could dwell on the chaos within me, a sudden, rhythmic clapping broke my thoughts. I spun around, searching for its source, and there he was—approaching with an unshakable grin plastered across his face. I recognized him instantly from the coronation. He had been standing near the podium, glaring at Selene, his eyes brimming with disdain. And now, he was heading straight toward me, his blue eyes fixed on mine, glowing with an intensity I couldn’t place.
• "Bravo!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with mock admiration. "You’ve been in the palace all of one day, and already you've managed to condemn Selene's favorite maid to death. Well done!" He burst into laughter, a sound sharp and brimming with something darker.