Chapter 312

• The moment the soldiers sided with Isotta, the tension in the air thickened, and their gazes hardened as they turned toward us.
• Leonardo paused, clutching Noemi protectively. Her blood-flecked gown looked almost black against the fabric’s deep hue. When he spoke, his voice carried the resonance of power, amplified by magic that seemed to ripple through the very air. The faintest hum of water accompanied his words, reaching every corner of the grand ballroom.
• "I am your High Lord," his voice boomed, commanding authority. "From the day I became Fae, I committed myself to this world—and to its people. You matter to me. Stand with me now and honor your court. Fight against the true threat, one that has been plotting your destruction all along. One of your own has sown the seeds of chaos. It’s time to end this treachery. Fight for your court, for those who cannot fight for themselves!"