Chapter 102 - When Silence Becomes a Sword

The throne pulsed beneath Selena like a living heart, not made of stone or steel, but of something more ancient, more sentient—something that had waited through centuries of silence for her alone. It wasn't a seat. It wasn't a symbol. It was a verdict. And she—she was its final answer. Not a queen by blood. Not a queen by conquest. But by memory. By fate. By the whispers of a thousand lost voices that had carved her name into the bones of prophecy long before she ever took her first breath.