The long-anticipated day of reckoning approached, Hermione and Mari, cloaked in flowing black coats that billowed like shadows against the dawn, meticulously plastered posters throughout the bustling towns and quiet corners of the kingdom.
Their final poster, prominently adorned with stark letters, was a message so explosive it felt electric in the air. They exchanged a glance filled with unspoken understanding and a sense of hard-won victory before slipping away into the murky morning fog.
When it was morning, it illuminated a scene of chaos as townsfolk awoke to the shocking proclamations scattered across their realm.
"What's this? Damian and Roman aren't the sons of the late king!? The queen has deceived us all along!?" a furious voice rang out, shattering the early morning calm.