King Xavian's eyes darkened as he stared at the messenger, his face pale but his expression hardening with each passing second. His son, his youngest, Eirik, was gone. Kidnapped. And the one responsible for this unthinkable act? Sadiki. A name that now felt like poison in Xavian's mouth.
The air in the hall thickened with tension, and Queen Morgana, seated beside the king, couldn't hold back the tremor in her voice as she whispered, "Sadiki?" Her voice was hollow, almost disbelieving, but there was no mistaking the pain in her eyes. "How could he do this?"
