Chapter 1187
Chapter 1187:
I met him with a look that could carve stone. “You dare stand before me? Are you not afraid I’ll have your head on the spot?”
But Antoni didn’t flinch. He wandered to a chair, sank into it like he owned the room, crossed one leg over the other, and gave a fox’s grin. “Why so grim, Your Majesty? I’ve brought news that could bring Marehelm to its knees.”
I watched him closely, suspicion rising like smoke. “News, is it? What sort of news?”
A wicked curve touched his mouth. “Fresh from my informants inside Marehelm. Makenna went shopping today—for a wedding dress. And she took all three of your sons with her.”
I sprang to my feet, the words slicing through me.
“What? Makenna… and my three sons? Shopping for wedding gowns? What does this mean, Antoni?”
Antoni lifted a brow, smugness gleaming in his eyes. “Oh, you know exactly what that means. They’re completely under her spell. It’s not surprising that they would want to marry her, right?”
My blood roared in my ears as I clenched my fists, the skin stretched pale across my knuckles.
My sons—my own flesh and blood—tossing aside loyalty and legacy for a single woman!
“This is your idea of good news?” I spat, my voice cracking with rage. “You mock me, Antoni?”
He didn’t blink. With maddening calm, he brushed a crease from his sleeve. “Anger won’t win you Marehelm, Your Majesty. But timing might. If they’re tangled up in wedding plans, their guard will drop. Defenses will slip. And when that happens, my men in Marehelm can signal your army. Together, we’ll bring Marehelm down like rotten timber.”
My gaze turned calculating, thoughts coiling like a snake about to strike.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: gαlոօѵɛʟs.ϲօʍ
Infuriating as Antoni’s words were, they rang with dangerous truth.
If my sons were genuinely planning to marry Makenna, Marehelm’s defenses would inevitably weaken. That vulnerability might be just the opportunity my army needed—a single, decisive strike to overtake the city.
Makenna’s POV:
With the wedding itinerary in hand, I felt a quiet joy blooming in my chest as I mapped out every detail of Alice’s big day.
She and Amon were finally coming together—this wedding wasn’t just a celebration of their love. It was a soft balm against my own worn heart.
I was still wrapped in that warmth, lost in centerpieces and seating charts, when the door burst open. A scout stormed in, breathless and pale, eyes wide with tension.
“Miss Dunn, something’s happened,” he blurted. “A covert army is moving toward Marehelm. If Prince Bryan hadn’t sent out patrols, we wouldn’t have seen them coming.”
I stood so fast the itinerary slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the floor like a forgotten dream. “What? An army? Whose forces could they be?”
The man’s head dropped resignedly. “They fly no banners. No crest. We don’t know who they serve.”
A chill crawled through me, represented by a deep frown.
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