Chapter 14 – The Forgotten Letter

Snow fell as the rebels entered the imperial capital.

No resistance.

No war cries.

Only the sound of bootsteps over marble once polished to reflect crowns.

At the heart of the palace, Karl stood before the throne.

The Emperor—his father—waited, wrapped in a cloak of gold thread and old arrogance.

“You came armed,” the Emperor said calmly.

Karl dropped his blade. It clattered like a final bell.

“I’m not here to kill you,” he said. “I’m here to end you.”

A long silence. Then the Emperor offered a smile. “Exile. I’ll grant it. You’ve earned that much.”

Karl’s voice sharpened. “You’re under arrest.”

Gasps rippled from guards, nobles, scribes. The Emperor’s smirk cracked.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Karl stepped forward, slow and steady. “You used me as a weapon. You made me forget who I was. But I remember now.”

He raised a document, stamped with the seal of the transitional council.