Chapter 80. The Fall of a King

Nathan's POV

The whispers of courtiers slither through the grand halls like serpents, each hiss and snicker a lashing sting upon my pride. I am Nathan Chambers, King of the Luparian Kingdom, yet they mock me behind ornate masks of loyalty. Their laughter echoes, a cacophony of scorn that reverberates off the stone walls and into the marrow of my bones.

"Silence!" My roar splits the air, but it only serves as fuel to their jests. The sneers are palpable, even if veiled by bowed heads and averted eyes. They think me weak, a ruler unworthy of the crown that rests heavy upon my head. But I will not stand idly by while my kingdom turns into a den of ridicule.

I summon the guards with a swift gesture, power thrumming in my veins like a tempest. "Arrest anyone who dares question my authority," I command, my voice a low growl that resonates with suppressed fury.

"Your Majesty," one guard ventures hesitantly, "might this not inc