For years, the king never allowed anyone to speak the child’s name. Not in the palace.Not in the court.
The crowd had come for blood. By the time the sun had climbed high above the stone walls of the arena
The classroom was filled with silence… the kind of silence that made even the sunlight streaming through
Lusine had just entered that house as a bride, but there was no peace in her heart. Everything seemed
The execution square had never been this quiet. Even the wind seemed to hesitate as it moved through
The night of the banquet was meant to celebrate peace. After years of tension along the borders, the
The queen had learned to smile in public. It was part of her duty—grace, composure, quiet strength.
The morning began like any other… until the shouting started. By the time people gathered in the town
No one remembered when the prisoner had arrived. There was no record of his name.No document of a trial.
No one ever discovered how she crossed the gates. The royal palace was a place of strict order, guarded