Nerina's POV
I entered the room, which was filled with people dressed in white attire. My gaze fell upon Zyran, who wore a serious expression and did not spare me a glance. He ominously stated that my life at that moment would change, and more than anything, his words filled me with fear. I wondered if there could be a worse vengeance than the one I had just endured.
Everyone in the hall were staring at me with a mix of fear, horror, and curiosity, and I didn't need to know why. and to add to that , they looked inhumue just liek the triplet, tall with unquestionable beauty.
On a podium, where three enormous white thrones were positioned, stood Vlad and Zyram, while a woman knelt at their feet. In Vlad's hands was a crown, and he appeared frozen as he looked at me.
Both of their eyes shifted to Kravin, who was intensely staring back at them. I could see the rage burning in their eyes, and whispers filled the room as everyone began to speak at once.
"Who is she?"
