Blood on the Crown

"Guard, take this woman down!" Vermils' hoarse voice echoed through the grand hall, sharp as a blade cutting through the silence. I saw him reach out a gnarled hand, his finger jabbing accusingly at me, his face contorted with fanatical rage. "Let me kill this woman immediately! She’s a curse upon the Logan dynasty—spare her, and we all perish!" "Vermils, it's not your turn to call the shots here!" Leon roared, his voice thundering from the throne, shaking the very rafters. The golden crown on his head glinted dangerously as he leaned forward, his purple eyes blazing with unyielding authority. "I am the real king! My word is law, and I will not let you harm an innocent soul!" "I think you should have heard the prophecy of the prophet!" Vermils strode out into the middle of the hall, his red robes swirling like pools of blood around him. His eyes were deep and gloomy, filled with a madness that made my skin crawl. "If you don't kill this woman now, then you don't have to wait until daw