#Chapter 130: The End

Evelyn The throne room of my father’s palace had never looked so magnificent. Banners in silver and deep royal blue draped from the vaulted ceilings, fine designs embroidered into every piece of fabric. Torches burned in golden sconces, their flames reflected in polished marble floors. The air carried the hum of hundreds of voices, including nobles, warriors, and citizens alike, who all had gathered to witness history. My history. There were so many people there, it was a stark juxtaposition from the last time I had been in the throne room, months earlier, when I had learned that this future was even possible. When my father had told me that I would be his heir. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood at the dais, Logan steady at my side. His hand brushed against mine, a small but grounding touch. Beneath my ceremonial gown, the swell of my belly pressed against the fabric, a reminder that today wasn’t just about me; it was about the future of our kingdom that we wer