Chapter 43: A Web of Intrigue

Aria walked through the grand corridors of Elysium's royal palace, her mind racing with the revelations she had recently uncovered. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut roses, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within her. She clutched the letter she had found in her chambers, the one signed with a cryptic seal she had never seen before.

The palace was alive with whispers—servants hurried past her, casting furtive glances, while courtiers gathered in hushed groups. It was clear that something was amiss, though Aria couldn’t quite place her finger on it.

As she neared the throne room, she saw Prince Damien conversing with Lord Eamon, the king’s most trusted advisor. Their faces were grim, and their words too low for her to hear. Aria’s heart sank—what were they discussing so intently, and why had she not been informed?

Her mind flashed back to the letter. The words echoed in her head:

*"Trust no one. The crown is more cursed than you know."*