Chapter 6 - Vault of Whispering Crystals
Beyond it waited countless crystal vessels containing memories the curse had failed to destroy. The chamber glowed with a soft, ethereal luminescence cast by thousands of floating, teardrop-shaped prisms suspended in mid-air.
Evelyn walked slowly down the crystal aisle, her breath hitching as she looked into the glowing facets.
One vessel showed King Nathaniel holding newborn Evelyn, weeping tears of absolute joy as he promised to protect her from all the evils of the world. Another showed Queen Isabelle preserving her childhood ribbons in a velvet-lined box, smiling softly by the hearth.
The truth had survived. It was preserved here, safe from the treacherous machinations of the court. But looking at the sheer scale of the vault, Evelyn realized the terrifying magnitude of the conspiracy. Someone had intentionally tried to wipe her from history, not out of random malice, but to steal her birthright before her upcoming coronation.
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Benjamin touched her shoulder gently. "We have the proof, Princess. We can break this."
"Not yet," Evelyn whispered, her eyes narrowing with fierce determination. "We need my father to see it with his own eyes."
