Chapter 137

• TYRA'S POV
• I entered the throne room with steps heavy with the weight of my thoughts, each footfall echoing in the silence. My gaze fixed on the woman sitting upon the throne—the woman who had brought me into this world, the woman who, over the years, had become a stranger to me. There was nothing in her expression, no sign of love or care, only the coldness of a ruler accustomed to power.
• "Good Evening..." My words barely left my lips before she interrupted, cutting through the stillness with the sharpness of a blade.