But it was his aura, cold, heavy, choking, that made even the most hardened generals lower their eyes.
It was as if winter itself had stepped into the hall.
Queen Chioma's fingers twitched. Nnenna, beside him, felt a cold shiver crawl down her spine despite the warmth of the hall. She did not even dare to look up at his face.
Somto's gaze swept the kneeling crowd, his golden eyes glowing faintly under the chandeliers like burning embers under snow.
"Are you accusing my sister, without proof?"
He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The weight of his words crashed against the walls like thunder trapped in stone.
Everyone held their breath, waiting.
Waiting to see whether the king would protect her…
Or destroy her.
Nnenna simply frowned, letting the chaos unfold around her. She did not panic. She didn't tremble. She was innocent, and deep inside, she knew the truth would win, eventually.
