Chapter 1195
Chapter 1195:
all gathered in the living room.
I stepped forward and faced them all.
“For the past few days, I’ve been working with the three princes to prepare for Alice and Amon’s wedding. But Alice has shared a concern—one we can no longer ignore. Remember the mysterious army recently spotted near Marehelm? She believes it belongs to Leonardo. It seems they’ve discovered the wedding plans and intend to use the occasion to strike. That’s why Alice and Amon have made a decision. They intend to use the wedding as bait—to lure Leonardo out and trap him before he can make his move.”
A heavy silence followed.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, the air thick with unease and quiet dread.
It was Dominic who finally broke the silence. “Makenna… how certain are you that this army belongs to the king? If you’re wrong, we could ignite a war we weren’t meant to fight.”
Clayton nodded gravely, eyes clouded with worry. “It’s a dangerous gamble. Too risky.”
I drew in a breath, anchoring myself. “I understand the risks. But if we continue to wait, Leonardo will strike when we’re least prepared. We can’t afford to play it safe anymore. Sometimes, progress demands boldness—and boldness comes with risk.”
Again, silence blanketed the room, more suffocating this time, like a storm gathering just beyond reach.
Just as I was about to speak again to persuade them, a clear voice rang out across the room.
“I support Makenna’s decision.”
Heads turned as Paula rose to her feet, her gaze not on me, but sweeping across the others fiercely.
She added, “She’s our future leader. I trust her judgment. And I’ll stand by her no matter what path she chooses.”
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Her declaration stole the breath from my lungs. For a moment, I could only stare, stunned by the strength of her conviction.
Then, Alden also stood up.
He caught my eye with a playful wink, a faint smile tugging at his lips before his expression hardened once more.
He cleared his throat before speaking with quiet confidence. “I stand with Makenna as well. This plan not only traps the enemy but gives us a chance to uncover the spies already lurking within Marehelm. Two birds, one stone.”
I turned to the princes, smiling, heart pounding, waiting.
Dominic remained still for a heartbeat longer, and then exhaled, slow and resigned. He stepped forward and took my hand gently in his. “Then I’ll follow your lead.”
Bryan and Clayton exchanged a look—silent, weighted—and then both straightened and stepped forward in unison. “Let’s hope this plan delivers what we need.”
Makenna’s POV:
Preparations for the wedding unfolded swiftly, casting a festive charm over all of Marehelm. The city now thrummed with a manufactured cheer, its streets echoing with anticipation. We made sure the news of the wedding spread like wildfire. Announcements were posted openly, invitations subtly flaunted, every detail designed to lure the enemy out from the shadows.
Predictably, the secret army picked up its pace. All signs pointed to one thing: they intended to strike during the ceremony. Inside the city, unease stirred beneath the surface. Those spies who had blended into the crowd for so long finally broke their silence, moving with unfamiliar urgency, their masks beginning to crack.
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