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"Princess Evelyn Vale stood before her father expecting recognition, but King Nathaniel stared directly into her tear-filled eyes and delivered the words that shattered her world. / Chapter 8 / 20

Chapter 8 - The Shadow Court's Conspiracy

Before they could ascend back to the citadel, the heavy stone doors of the vault blew inward with a concussive blast of dark purple energy.

Grand Chancellor Vane stepped through the smoke, flanked by elite royal guards whose eyes glowed with the unnatural violet hue of the Obsidian Eclipse. A cruel, triumphant smile twisted his aristocratic features.

"Impressive, Your Highness," Vane sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I never imagined a mere girl could crack a spell spun from ancient blood magic. But you should have stayed in the shadows."

King Nathaniel struggled to his feet, rage eclipsing his confusion. "Vane! You traitor! You dared place your dark sorcery upon your king and princess?"

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"For the good of the realm, Your Majesty," Vane replied smoothly, unbothered. "A visionary queen with dragons on her side is far too dangerous for a fragile kingdom. We needed a compliant ruler—one easily manipulated. And so, the Thirteenth Bell tolled, and the world conveniently forgot you ever existed."

Vane raised an ornate obsidian scepter, channeling a torrent of dark energy aimed straight at Evelyn's heart.

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