The weight of the confession still hung thick in the air, like the aftershock of an earthquake. The Royal Court was silent — deafeningly so — as Crown Prince Thas dropped to his knees, his shackled hands trembling violently at his sides.
His eyes stared at the marble floor, vacant and fractured, like the pieces of his very identity had just shattered beneath him.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight back.
But his voice — his own voice — had betrayed him.
Why… why can’t I control what I’m saying? What is this?!
He raised his head, just slightly, just enough to lock eyes with River, standing calm and unwavering in the center of the room. His gaze was wild — full of disbelief, rage, and fear.
How? You’re just… an omega. How are you doing this to me?
But River said nothing. Her face
