Chapter 10 - Dawn of the True Realm

King Aldric looked up at the blade, his body shivering uncontrollably. The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by pure, naked terror—the same terror he had felt in the arena three weeks earlier.
"Mercy..." Aldric rasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Caelen... please... I am your uncle... your own blood..."
"My name is Leo," the prince said, his voice cold and steady as steel. "And the boy you tried to murder in the nursery sends his regards."
Leo did not execute the helpless tyrant. Instead, with a swift turn of his wrist, he slammed the heavy pommel of Sunfall into Aldric’s temple, knocking the usurper unconscious.
"Take him," Leo commanded as Lyra and the guards stepped forward. "Lock him in the lowest cell of the dungeon he built. Let him live out his days in the darkness he forced upon this kingdom."
The rebels seized the fallen king, dragging him away in chains as the surviving mercenaries dropped their weapons and surrendered.
Three days later, the sun rose over a peaceful capital.
The smoke had cleared, the fires had been extinguished, and thousands of citizens gathered in the central square outside the High Cathedral.
Leo stood on the elevated balcony overlooking the city. He wore no opulent jewels or gold-embroidered robes—only simple silver armor and his mother's velvet cloak. Beside him stood Lyra, Chancellor Evelyn, and the leaders of the provincial houses.
Grand Chancellor Evelyn stepped forward, holding the ancient golden crown of the realm. He turned to face the young man who had walked out of the arena sand to reclaim a stolen kingdom.
"Do you swear to defend the people of this realm, to govern with justice rather than fear, and to honor the blood that built these halls?" Evelyn asked, his voice echoing across the silent square.
"I swear," Leo replied firmly.
Evelyn placed the crown upon Leo’s head.
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Leo turned to face his people. He raised Sunfall high into the sky, and the blade burst into a magnificent, blinding radiant light that bathed the entire city in warm, golden sunshine.
The crowd erupted into an absolute roar of applause and celebration. Flags were waved, tears were shed, and bells chimed across every tower in the realm. The age of terror and tyranny had ended; the reign of the True King had finally begun.