(IZARA POV)
My father’s face was hard, stone-like, unmoving. But his eyes burned. Fury, disbelief, betrayal. His royal aura, once a comfort to me, now felt heavy, his power radiating around the room
His gaze snapped to Archer. “How dare you try to play with the future ruler of Valeria?”
“Your Majesty, please—” Archer stepped forward, hands at his side, voice composed.
Father didn’t flinch. “Silence!”
The surge of magic that burst from him hit Archer like a hammer. He fell on his knees, and I quickly ran to his side. It wasn’t physical, but it was raw power. Authority that came not just from a throne, but from bloodlines. Ancient. Unyielding.
Archer staggered, breath stolen, eyes wide. “I am ok” he smiled at me even though he looked really pale.
"IZARA! GET AWAY FROM HIM!”
“Papa, p
