The throne room held its breath.<\/p>\n
Rain battered stained glass.<\/p>\n
Thunder rolled through ancient stone.<\/p>\n
And still\u2014<\/p>\n
the warrior stood.<\/p>\n
Unmoving.<\/p>\n
Unshaken.<\/p>\n
Water dripped slowly from torn armor onto polished marble.<\/p>\n
The silence grew heavier.<\/p>\n
Because everyone in the room felt it.<\/p>\n
Something impossible had just walked through the palace doors.<\/p>\n
The king slowly rose from the throne.<\/p>\n
Hands gripping carved armrests tighter than before.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Not authority.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Pure fear.<\/p>\n
The blonde princess stepped forward suddenly.<\/p>\n
Heart racing.<\/p>\n
Tears trembling in frightened eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d she whispered too.<\/p>\n
But hers carried something different.<\/p>\n
Hope.<\/p>\n
Pain.<\/p>\n
Memory.<\/p>\n
The young knight beside her swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
Hands tightening around the hilt of his sword.<\/p>\n
Because now\u2014<\/p>\n
he recognized him too.<\/p>\n
The scar above the eye.<\/p>\n
The worn wolf-shaped pendant hanging against bloodstained armor.<\/p>\n
Impossible.<\/p>\n
The kingdom had buried him.<\/p>\n
Mourned him.<\/p>\n
Forgotten him.<\/p>\n
Yet somehow\u2014<\/p>\n
he stood alive.<\/p>\n
The king\u2019s voice cracked sharply through the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lightning shattered the sky.<\/p>\n
The warrior finally spoke.<\/p>\n
Low.<\/p>\n
Calm.<\/p>\n
Heavy with years.<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thunder rolled again.<\/p>\n
Courtiers shifted nervously.<\/p>\n
No one breathed.<\/p>\n
The princess stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Shaking now.<\/p>\n
Her voice barely survived the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hit the room like war.<\/p>\n
Gasps spread instantly.<\/p>\n
The knight turned toward her in shock.<\/p>\n
The king staggered backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice came harder now.<\/p>\n
Desperate.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The warrior slowly lifted tired eyes toward the throne.<\/p>\n
Rain still dripping from dark hair.<\/p>\n
Pain flickered there.<\/p>\n
Old pain.<\/p>\n
Betrayal buried deep.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told them I died,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
The king\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Lightning illuminated the fear spreading across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room grew colder.<\/p>\n
The warrior took one slow step forward.<\/p>\n
Armor creaking softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent me away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another step.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo die.\u201d<\/p>\n
The princess covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Tears spilling freely now.<\/p>\n
Because memories returned.<\/p>\n
A fire.<\/p>\n
Screaming.<\/p>\n
Blood.<\/p>\n
The night her brother vanished.<\/p>\n
The night no body was ever found.<\/p>\n
The king\u2019s breathing grew uneven.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what was coming,\u201d he said sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat I protected this kingdom from!\u201d<\/p>\n
The warrior stopped again.<\/p>\n
Blue eyes colder now.<\/p>\n
No anger.<\/p>\n
Only certainty.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou protected your throne.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lightning exploded across the stained glass.<\/p>\n
And suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n
outside the palace\u2014<\/p>\n
came a sound.<\/p>\n
Deep.<\/p>\n
Massive.<\/p>\n
Ancient.<\/p>\n
A roar.<\/p>\n
Not human.<\/p>\n
Not war.<\/p>\n
Something enormous moving through the storm.<\/p>\n
The throne room trembled.<\/p>\n
Guards reached for swords instantly.<\/p>\n
Windows shook violently.<\/p>\n
The knight turned pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
The warrior never looked away from the king.<\/p>\n
Instead\u2014<\/p>\n
quietly\u2014<\/p>\n
he said,<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t come back alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside\u2014<\/p>\n
something colossal moved beneath the lightning.<\/p>\n
And the kingdom began to panic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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