Chapter 103

Victor stepped into the sunlight, its warmth unfamiliar against his cold skin. The cathedral doors groaned shut behind him as the tolling bells echoed across the city. Chaos was already unfurling—smoke billowed from distant quarters where Lucian and Elena had set their traps, and the shouts of soldiers filled the air.

He inhaled deeply, tasting the scent of fire and freedom, but he knew the hardest part was still ahead. A city freed from the Council’s grip was not a city yet at peace. Factions, power-hungry remnants of the old regime, would rise like weeds. He would need to act quickly to cement his rule—or everything would crumble again.

Elena and Lucian appeared through the haze, panting and disheveled.

Lucian grinned, wiping soot from his face. “We lit quite the bonfire, eh, Prince?”

Elena’s sharp gaze scanned Victor, checking for injuries. “It’s done?”

Victor gave a single nod. “The Council is no more.”

Elena exhaled, relief mixed with tension. “Good. But the soldiers will regroup
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