Chapter 88 The King's Last Stand
- The throne room was still, but it felt alive. Alive with the heavy silence of anticipation, the weight of history, and the thick, suffocating tension that hung in the air. Every step I took toward the throne felt like a thousand-pound weight pressing on my chest. But it wasn’t the throne that mattered now. It wasn’t the damn kingdom or the courtly intrigue.
- It was him.
- King Darwin.