CHAPTER 82 Madness

  Nathan's POV

  The dimly lit hall thrums with the pulse of the grand ball, the air thick with anticipation. My fingers tighten around the ornate goblet, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth pooling in my chest. I can almost taste victory, the culmination of years of carefully crafted plans within reach.

  "Your Highness?" The voice slices through the din, and I turn, my gaze locking onto the sight of her- Ally. Her dress clings to her like moonlight on water, ethereal, making her seem as if she belongs to another realm. Dawn's essence clings to her, a silent testament to the strength she wields, a strength I've sought to harness for my own.