2026-07-09 09:59:13The royal carriage rolled through the gates of Silvermoon Palace. White marble under the wheels. Silverwood trees lined the road. Their leaves caught the morning sun.
Inside, it was dead quiet.
Gareth sat in the corner. Face calm. Hands clenched until his knuckles went white. Every few seconds he glanced at Duncan.
Duncan didn’t look back. He just watched the trees go by.
“You look too sure of yourself, little brother.” Gareth’s voice was light. Too light. “Remember this before father. Proof matters more than power that shows up overnight. People who play with fire get burned first.”
Duncan turned. Met his eyes.
Through the Eye of Truth, Gareth was a mess. Dark red and black. Hate. Fear. And chains of shadow wrapped around him.
“You’re right,” Duncan said. Calm. “Fire stolen from dark places burns the one holding it first. I just hope you don’t get scorched when the truth comes out.”
Gareth went silent. He looked away.
He didn’t get it. The brother who used to flinch was now talking to him like an equal. Like he already knew everything.
The carriage stopped.
They walked through the halls together. Duncan remembered them. The carpets. The gold. The places they used to plan his downfall.
This time he felt nothing. No awe. No fear.
Two guards opened the oak doors with the wolf and moon crest.
The Small Throne Room. Where the King dealt with family matters. Where secrets died.
King Alaric sat on the ironwood throne. Silver inlay caught the light.
Next to him stood Duke Valerius. Same soft smile. Same “concerned uncle” face.
Duncan saw it for what it was now. A predator’s mask.
“You’re here,” the King said. His voice filled the room. He looked at both of them. “I’ve heard a lot lately. About your progress. About power that appeared out of nowhere. About whispers I don’t like. Speak plainly. Speak truth.”
Gareth stepped forward. Bowed perfectly.
“Father. Thank you for hearing me. I don’t say this to boast. I say it because it needs to be said.
What Duncan showed at the academy... it’s not natural. People are saying he found forbidden scrolls. That he made deals with dark things. If that’s true, he puts our whole family in danger. The whole realm.”
Valerius nodded. Slow. Sad.
“I’ve heard the same, Your Majesty. And worse. The traces match what was around Queen Seraphina before her accident. We can’t let that darkness back into this palace.”
The King turned to Duncan. His eyes were heavy. Disappointed. Suspicious. Grieving.
“Is it true, Duncan? Did you use forbidden arts to get strong?”
Silence.
In his old life, he’d broken here. Yelled. Stuttered. Looked guilty.
Today he just breathed. Stepped forward.
“Father. Uncle Valerius.” His voice didn’t shake. “My power isn’t from dark craft. It was returned to me.
For ten years, a blood binding ritual locked away the true power of the Von Silvermoon line. Inside me.
That seal just broke.”
The King frowned. “A blood seal? That’s high forbidden magic. Only the best can do it. And never on a royal heir without the Crown’s permission.
Who did this to you?”
Duncan looked straight at Valerius.
The Duke flinched. Just one step back.
“I don’t have physical proof yet,” Duncan said. “But I have proof that can’t lie.
May I show you? If my power is dark, it will die in the light of the Silver Crown.
If it’s our birthright, it will burn brighter.”
The King studied him. Then nodded. “Do it. I invoke the full authority of the Crown to judge what you show.”
He raised his hand. Silver light poured out. Pure. Holy. The light of the royal line.
Duncan didn’t hide. He let his power rise.
It didn’t clash. It didn’t burn.
It merged with the King’s light. Twisted together. Shot up into a pillar so bright Gareth and Valerius covered their eyes.
Even the wolf and moon on the floor glowed in answer.
The King stared. Then whispered.
“This... this is pure ancestral power. Untainted.”
He snapped his head to Valerius. “You said it was like the darkness around Seraphina? This is the cleanest proof of our blood in generations.”
Valerius went pale. He opened his mouth.
“Father, there’s more,” Duncan cut in. “Gareth has something. Something no prince should touch.
A talisman. Black bone. Carved like a skull. Soaked in shadow magic. It steals strength. Binds you to dark forces.”
Gareth choked. His hand flew to his chest. To the hidden pocket in his coat.
“That’s a lie! That’s slander!”
“Then show us,” the King said. Cold. “Take it out. Now.”
There was no way out.
With shaking hands, Gareth pulled it out. A small skull of black bone.
The room got cold. The air felt wrong. Even the King leaned back.
“Where did you get that?” the King’s voice shook with anger.
Gareth panicked. Looked at Valerius. Begging.
The Duke looked away.
That’s when Gareth got it. He was being sacrificed.
“He gave it to me!” Gareth pointed at Valerius. Voice breaking. “Duke Valerius! He said it would protect me! Make me strong enough to rule!
He signed the order for the Eclipse Archives! He’s the one who put the seal on Duncan when he was a kid!”
Ten years of lies. Broke in one second.
Valerius dropped to his knees. All the color gone from his face.
“You betrayed your own blood?” The King stood. Fury in every word. “Did you kill Seraphina too?”
Valerius lifted his head. The soft mask was gone.
“She stood in my way!” He spat. “Too soft. Too fair. Letting our enemies get strong.
I did this to bring back our ancestors’ true power! Gareth was perfect for it. And you...
You were just a mistake I needed to erase!”
The King didn’t wait. He raised his hand.
“Guards. Take them. Deepest cells. Until the High Court.”
Doors opened. Guards dragged them out.
Gareth looked back at Duncan. Pure hate. Ruin.
Valerius looked back too. And smiled. Cold. Like he was saying: _this isn’t over._
The doors shut. Silence.
The King walked to Duncan. Put a heavy hand on his shoulder. His eyes were wet.
“I failed you,” he said quietly. “I was blind. I listened to the wrong people.
Today you proved you’re not just the strongest heir. You’re the right one.”
He squeezed. “From this day, you are Regent of the Realm. Commander of the Royal Silver Guard.”
[CRITICAL MISSION COMPLETE]
[TRUTH REVEALED TO THE KING]
[REWARD: FULL ARCHIVE ACCESS. +30% POWER. TITLE: COMMANDER OF THE SILVER GUARD]
[SYSTEM WARNING: VALERIUS STILL HAS HIDDEN POWER. THE PLOT RUNS DEEPER. BIGGER THREAT COMING]
Duncan bowed.
He won this round. But Valerius’s smile meant trouble.
For the first time in ten years, he wasn’t alone.
He had his name back. His father’s trust. Allies.
And all the power he needed for whatever came next.
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