Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221:

In a tender voice, he said, “Makenna, you’re the one who matters most to me. You can lean on me—really. You don’t have to carry the whole world on your shoulders. It’ll crush you if you try, you hear me?”

“Alright,” I murmured, drawing in a steady breath. At last, I let myself rest against Dominic’s shoulder, letting that fleeting sense of calm wash over me.

“Want to head back and get some rest?” Dominic asked, his eyes searching mine as he waited for my answer.

I held back a yawn and followed Dominic back to the Pierce family estate to get some sleep. But the peace was short-lived. By the following night, all hell broke loose again—another massive riot exploded in the city. This time, the chaos dwarfed anything we had seen before. Marehelm was thrown into complete disorder.

What truly stunned me was the report that someone had tried to unbar the city gates and let Leonardo’s forces march right in. When I heard that, I could hardly believe my ears. That was when it hit me—Leonardo’s men had probably slipped into Marehelm long before, working hand in glove with the stirred-up crowds, turning the city into a powder keg ready to blow.

“Damn it!” I muttered through clenched teeth, slamming my fist into the cold stone wall. The sting in my knuckles did nothing to ease the rage boiling inside me.

Bryan grabbed my hand, worry etched across his face. “Makenna, this isn’t the moment to lose your head. We’ve got to stay sharp if we’re going to handle this.”

I drew in a deep breath, doing my best to steady my nerves, though the anger still smoldered just beneath the surface. With the situation hanging by a thread, I quickly gave orders for a large force to be mobilized and sent out to crush the unrest in the streets.

Still, things slipped through our fingers. The crowds grew more violent, clashing fiercely with our soldiers. The streets turned into a battleground—shouts, footsteps, and angry voices filling the air.

While the city drowned in mayhem, danger had already crept up beyond the walls. As we struggled to get the riots under control, a sharp horn blast tore through the night like a knife.

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I spun around, eyes scanning the distance. What met my gaze chilled me—Leonardo’s forces were advancing fast, already hurling themselves at the city in full force.

Leonardo’s POV:

I stood outside the tent, hands clasped behind my back, eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of Marehelm. A cold smile crept across my lips. The moon cast a pallid light over the city’s formidable walls, cloaking them in an eerie, spectral glow.

Marehelm—once the impenetrable city—now stood exposed, within my reach at last.

Though Antoni’s sudden disappearance had bruised my forces, he had left behind something far more valuable: a network of informants who fed me Marehelm’s secrets like wine from a golden cup. I had exploited the city’s fractures with surgical precision. The restless undercurrents of dissent—those citizens soured by the white wolf’s rule—had become my silent weapons. Their anger was the wedge that split Marehelm from within. Their betrayal was my key.

A commander approached swiftly, dropping to one knee. “Your Majesty, all is in place. We await your command.”

I offered a curt nod, my gaze sweeping across the disciplined ranks assembled behind me. Tonight, Marehelm would fall. And with it, Makenna’s reign would crumble beneath my boots.

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