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Chapter 110: A Whisper In The Royal Thread
Chapter 110: A Whisper in the Royal Thread The appalling tactic of the palace purge left a permanent scar on the city, eradicating any final hope or outward dissent. Sheila and Tate, nonetheless, were galvanized by it in their own resolve. The inhumanness of the fake king only served to remind them of the need for haste in their mission. With Kairo secure, but precariously so, hidden away in the lowest, most forsaken section of the palace crypts, their focus was now shifted to the elegant dance of penetration and disclosure.One essential component of their plan was Queen Alys. She was effectively a captive, confined to her rooms, shielded from the full horror of her son's supposed change, but clearly in distress. She was the one person who would instantly acknowledge the true Kairo, and whose authority, when the truth was revealed, would be crucial to rallying the loyalists. But how to reach her? How to plant the seed of doubt, the breath of truth, with no warning to the imposter's
Chapter 109: The Purge Of ThePalace
Chapter 109: The Purge of the PalaceThe city, already reeling under the "Crown Executor's" tyranny, braced itself for a second public spectacle. Gossip had spread like wildfire that "Prince Kairo" was to conduct a great "purging" of the very Royal Palace itself, a televised (through magically enchanted viewing crystals) event designed to show off his untrammeled authority and shake off any lingering rumors of treason in his inner circle.Sheila and Tate watched from behind a concealed observation post on the higher floors of a crumbling building over the palace grounds. The air hung thick with menace, an ever-present sense of dread infecting the usually bustling courtyards. Guards, clad in their practical black and silver uniforms, marched with near-robotic fluidity. The public was isolated at a distance, confined to witnessing the ghoulish spectacle beyond highly barricaded bulwarks."He's cutting out the rot," Tate snarled, his gaze sweeping over the ranks of standing palace guard
Chapter 108: Forged In Shadow
Chapter 108: Forged in ShadowGeneral Arion's unwitting role in Malrick's rise cast its weight in the crypt room, a chill as damp as the very wet ground it rested upon. The initial shock had settled into a stinging, quiet tension between Sheila and Tate. Elias sensed the shift and discreetly occupied himself with planning for the transport of Kairo, leaving them to navigate the shared, new reality.Sheila stood in the alcove over Kairo, her back to Tate. The swinging lantern light cast her silhouette into high relief against the old stone, her shoulders stiff with outrage and betrayal. She had given her absolute trust to Tate, thinking him a pillar of absolute devotion, a bulwark against the lies that had surrounded her life. Now, even his foundation seemed to crumble."Your father," she said at last, her voice soft, shaking with a feeling she struggled to master. "He aided Malrick? The man who poisoned his own nephew, who slaughters innocents, who took a kingdom. your father set the
Chapter 107: Echoes Of A Traitor's Past
Chapter 107: Echoes of a Traitor's PastThe journey through the city's neglected catacombs was a trip into a world of choking darkness, freezing stone, and the musty scent of aged earth. Elias, a spectral guide, moved with the quiet confidence of a man who was familiar with this nether world, leading Tate and the two weary monks, who carried Prince Kairo's stretcher with care, deeper into the earth's clutches. The shouts of Lord Varrick's frustrated assassins and yelping dogs slowly faded, replaced by the menacing, monotonous beat of dripping water and the scuttling of unseen creatures.They cautiously made their way to a small, neglected room, an abandoned crypt, where Elias had set up a secret niche. There, safe from immediate danger, they could pause and consider what next to do. Kairo was gently placed on a bed of dry straw, his breathing still shallow, his coma unbroken.As the monks attended Kairo, their faces creased in silent prayer, Tate sat opposite Elias, the faint light of
Chapter 106: The Serpent's Shadow
Chapter 106: The Serpent's ShadowThe plan went into motion with the silent smoothness of a well-oiled machine. Elias, gaunt skeleton and wispy old soul that he was, walked centuries of experience wrapped up in the mantle of a ghost, his determination belied by the creases etched upon his face. Tate had returned to the monastery, the arduous journey now fueled by the desperately gained sense of urgency. He had laid it out before the silent monks, their faces engraved with a mixture of fear and devout hope. They were aware of the danger, but the hope of resurrecting their rightful prince, of reclaiming a kingdom from a monstrous illusion, was worth any individual risk.The hardest part was preparing the actual Kairo for travel. He lay peacefully in his deep, coma-like sleep, a fragile package of fact. The monks, with their gentle hands and ancient cures, administered a strong, non-narcotic sedative to make him quiet during transport. Tate constructed a makeshift stretcher of ropes and
Chapter 105: The Crypt Keeper's Shadow
Chapter 105: The Crypt Keeper's ShadowThe watchtower was more tomb than sanctuary. The air was thick with the weight of their unsaid terrors, an oppressive shroud spun from the dangers they were soon to face. The plan to expose the imposter king at the ball was bold, but it hinged on one thin thread: the safe extraction of the real Prince Kairo. He was their flesh-and-blood proof, their unassailable fact, but he was also a shattered, brittle man. Getting him off the isolated monastery in the mountains, across a kingdom teetering on the edge of despotism, was a suicide mission."We can't just pull him out," Sheila spoke, her tone taut with worry. She paced through the small room, her hands clasped behind her back. "It's too dangerous. The roads are likely under surveillance, now that he's declared himself 'Crown Executor.' Anyone we might go to for help could be an agent."Tate sat at the table, a map of the city and its suburbs spread out in front of him. His finger traced a line fr
