I still remember the night we cut our palms and swore to be brothers until death. Elias was more than family—he was my shadow, my mirror, my other half. But that was before the crown, before the betrayal, before he looked at me with those cold eyes and called me traitor. Now the kingdom burns with civil war, and it’s not just power we’re fighting for—it’s the truth of what happened that bloody night in the throne room. And if I’m being honest? I don’t know which would hurt more: winning… or losing him.