King Oscar Julian
Nearly an hour later, Oscar’s footsteps echoed through the vast corridors of the castle, the stone walls looming around him like silent sentinels. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to choke on. The dimly lit hallways felt colder than usual, as if the very essence of the castle had shifted, sensing the turmoil within its walls. The once-glorious seat of power was now a battleground of deception, where secrets lingered in every shadow.
As he approached the knights’ room, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The Black Veil had penetrated deeper than anyone had anticipated; a pattern, one that pointed to a conspiracy that sought to topple his reign.
But was it his reign or his father’s when it had begun? Who had been the real target because, even if his
