The king leans back in his throne, his eyes heavy with regret. His voice drops as if each word weighs him down. "Yes. It was the Vallorn Clan who orchestrated it. They poisoned him and your mother to ensure his strength would fail. That's why the assassin succeeded. Your father was too powerful to be defeated otherwise."
Lysara staggers back a step, her breath hitching. Her eyes glisten, but she blinks rapidly, refusing to let tears fall. "The Vallorn Clan…" she murmurs, her voice a mix of anger and grief. Her fists clench at her sides as her nails bite into her palms. "They… destroyed everything. My family… my life…"
The king nods solemnly. "It is the truth, Lysara. I've spent years trying to untangle the web of lies and corruption they've spun, but their influence runs deep—even among the nobility. However, you have something they want, something even I cannot ignore."
