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Chapter 14 - The Queen’s Gambit

That night, deep within the hidden chambers of the castle, Queen Morgana slammed her fist against her apothecary table, shattering a glass vial of dark liquid.

"He humiliated Vane!" she hissed, pacing furiously. "The southern lords are cowards! They folded the moment he brandished that accursed sword!"

Kara stepped out from the shadows, her face impassive. "Force will not work while he holds Caliburn, Your Grace. The magic of the sword protects him from steel and sorcery alike. But... even the brightest light casts a shadow."

Morgana stopped pacing, her eyes locking onto her handmaiden. "Explain."

"He trusts too easily," Kara whispered. "He believes everyone can be redeemed—even those who serve the crown out of fear. Tonight, a banquet is being held in the Great Hall to celebrate the settlement with the southern duchies. Everyone will be drinking, celebrating the new era of peace."

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A dark, wicked smile slowly spread across Morgana’s face. "Poison doesn't need to pierce armor, does it, Kara?"

"No, Your Grace. It only needs to touch his lips."

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