#Chapter 127: Throne Room

Evelyn The throne room always felt too large. It had been so long since I had been inside the vast, sprawling space, and even then, it had been filled with others for my brother’s princely coronation ceremony when he was fourteen. But now it was just us, my father and I. There weren’t even guards in attendance; they were standing sentry outside so that our conversation could be had in utter privacy. My father sat in his high-backed throne, his presence commanding even when silence stretched between us. I had come here rehearsing my words, but now that his gaze was fixed on me, my carefully woven speech unraveled. I wondered how frightened Alex had been before me, arriving to tell my father his own news, which was poised to be received poorly. “I have… come to tell you something, Father,” I began, my palms damp against the folds of my gown. His brows rose, and I caught a flicker of intrigue and exhaustion. So many revelations in one day. “Even more news today, I see. I’