The moon had barely crested the outer palace walls when the screams came.
Servants ran through torchlit hallways. Healers were summoned in haste. The sky felt heavier.
By midnight, the news had spread across the entire capital:
Queen Mother Satyavati was dead.
The matriarch of the Kuru bloodline—the last of the ancient royal seers—had passed quietly in her private chambers. No poison, no wound, no spell. Simply... gone. It's a natural death.
The royal court convened again before dawn, this time in hushed frenzy.
Inside the Grand Council Hall, voices erupted in anger and panic.
"That cursed boy! He predicted death and brought it with him!"
"He's a necromancer in disguise!"
"Execute him—before he kills another royal!"
A few ministers shouted Rael's name like it was a plague. Others, more educated, whispered darker things:
"The Duchy of Freyles knew of him. That's why he was shipped off to the Arcana World. The child was cursed from birth."
