Lucius's POV
After she had collapsed, Kiara knelt beside her, holding her hand gently, an expression of pity softening her features. Perhaps she felt the weight of her pain, the anguish that had brought the woman to this state. I stood silently, my gaze flickering with frustration and uncertainty.
Turning to Maidservant Tae and Maidservant Raya, I ordered, "Take her to one of the chambers. Make sure she doesn't wake up, not for a while."
The maids exchanged a brief glance before nodding, moving swiftly to lift the unconscious figure from the ground.
"Be careful," I added, my voice firm. "Right now, we can't afford to deal with this."
The truth was that the palace was already drowning in chaos. Veryon's looming presence was a threat to my kingship, a shadow circling my throne. He had always been cunning, but now his ambitions were glaring, and my patience with him was wearing thin. On top of that, there was the growing menace of the spirits.
