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Chapter 30: The Ghost in the Crown

The music didn't resume.

It died in silence, leaving only heavy breathing, half-finished wine, and masked nobles glancing nervously at one another.

Something had shifted.

Something ancient.

Something everyone felt but no one dared name.

> He was here.

And now he wasn't.

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Nyra stepped off the ballroom floor and into the marble corridor, pulse unsteady.

She didn't see Bryant until his hand gripped her wrist — not harsh, but firm.

"You danced with him," he said.

Her eyes flicked up. "So did half the court tonight."

"I mean Lucien."

She didn't answer.

That was her answer.

"Why didn't you tell me he'd returned?"

Her jaw locked. "Would you have warned me if it were Thea instead?"

His nostrils flared, but he said nothing.

Nyra stepped closer, voice lowering to a dangerous calm.

> "You think I'm yours, Bryant. But I was mine first."

She left him standing there.

For the first time, unsure who he was fighting for — and who he was fighting against.

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Elsewhere, in a shadowed wing behind the east staircase, Damon pressed a knife against a man's throat.

"You watched her all night. Spoke to no one. Danced once, vanished. Who are you?"

The masked man chuckled.

And Damon's blade stopped mid-thrust.

That voice.

Smooth. Measured. Cold as calculation.

> "I'm the one who taught her how to look a wolf in the eye."

Damon swung.

But the blade hit nothing.

The man was already gone.

Only a red ribbon remained on the floor, folded into the shape of a crown.

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In the Queen's private chamber, an unscheduled visitor sat calmly across from her.

Lucien did not bow.

He did not smirk.

He only said:

> "They're all playing checkers, Elaria. I came back for the chessboard."

The Queen narrowed her eyes.

"You should be dead."

Lucien leaned forward.

"And yet here I am. With a favor I could ask… and a secret I could spill."

She didn't blink. "What do you want?"

He smiled, slow and dangerous.

> "Let her play the game her way. Or I'll remind the court what I buried for you."

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Back in her chamber, Nyra ran her fingers across the scar on her cheek.

The mirror didn't lie anymore.

It didn't flatter.

It didn't forgive.

And it didn't forget.

On her windowsill, another card had been left.

This time with no words.

Just an inked outline of a girl with a crown of thorns.

Underneath: a single drop of red wax.

Blood.

> This wasn't just a dance.

It was a declaration.

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[End of Chapter 30]

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