Chapter 98: A Kingdom in Chains

The morning sun hung low over Winter's Crown as Damien, Amara, and Carys returned from their successful confrontation with Ferran. The journey had been tense but fruitful, with Ferran's forced loyalty serving as a warning to others who might consider defying Blackmere. Yet, the atmosphere in the palace was far from celebratory.

Damien could feel the weight of the kingdom pressing down on him as he strode through the halls, his steel-gray eyes scanning the faces of courtiers and guards who averted their gazes. Blackmere was momentarily secure, but the kingdom's fractures extended far beyond the borders of his dukedom.

"You're brooding again," Amara said, walking beside him, her sharp blue eyes flicking toward him with faint amusement.

"Observation, not brooding," Damien replied, though his tone lacked conviction.

"Sure," Amara said, smirking. "But you've got that look. The one that says you're planning ten steps ahead and hating every step of it."