Chapter 90. The Death of a King?

Poppy's POV

The whispers of the wind carry the scent of victory through the corridors of stone and deceit. I inhale deeply, allowing the aroma of impending triumph to saturate my lungs. My heart beats with a fervor that matches the pulse of the Luparian Kingdom, thrumming in the wake of Elliot's downfall.

"Have you heard?" James sidles up to me, his eyes gleaming like shards of moonlight. His voice is barely audible over the sounds of our footsteps.

"Of course," I murmur back, unable to suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Elliot is incapacitated. Our plan... it worked."

A symphony of shadows dances around us as we move with purpose, silent phantoms against the backdrop of political turmoil. The dungeon looms ahead, a beast of despair where Nathan, true king by blood yet fallen by treachery, languishes.

"Poppy," James hisses, caution lacing his tone, "we must be swift. If anyone c