Chapter 5: The Coronation of Blood
"Bow," Kael commanded, his voice ringing through the hall. Elara looked at him, confused, then saw the soldiers—real, loyal soldiers hidden among the waitstaff—revealing their insignias. They knelt, not to the maid, but to the woman whose birthmark began to glow with a faint, golden light.
Elara looked up, terrified. The room erupted in chaos. Steel clashed against steel, and screams replaced the music. She realized she couldn't run from her fate. She was a Solari, and she was the only thing standing between her kingdom and total annihilation.
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As the clock began its rhythmic, mocking toll toward midnight, Elara seized a blade from a fallen guard. She didn't look like a maid anymore. Her eyes burned with a lethal, ancient power. She turned toward the throne room, carving a path through the darkness. She would reach the crown before the final chime, or she would die fighting for the right to save her people. The maid was gone; the Queen had arrived.
The gruesome price is paid in the extraction of the royal lineage—a ritual designed to ensure no Solari ever rises again. As the clock strikes twelve, does Elara reach the throne, or does the darkness swallow the last spark of hope? The struggle for the crown is only beginning!
