Previous chapter:
Chapter 201: Jealousy in the Edric’s Smile
Next chapter:
Chapter 203: The Queen’s Gaze, The Slave’s Smile
PREVIEW
... note. Just an abrupt, accurate silence—as if even the instruments did not dare breathe.
The pause held on.
And then—footsteps.
Heavy. Measured. Authority in sound.
The crowd shifted.
Even those caught laughter, caught toast, caught whisper—turned.
Because they knew.
The last guests had come.
From under the sweeping marble gates, a herald stepped forth—attired in violet and silver, his voice sharpened by tradition, his breath calm wi ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE