C73 Chant of The Vanquished Light

“How dare you sit beside the King!” he growled, his voice carrying the weight of a thunderclap.

Berenice, her face turned to the side in humiliation, held her cheek and whispered, “I beg forgiveness, your Majesty.” Fighting back tears, she straightened up and extended her hand to her right. “I have a gift for you, if you can forgive me,” she announced loudly and clearly. “I present to you