The sun was sinking behind the tall towers of Castle Chambord, its fading light painting the marble walls in hues of crimson and gold. The war had ended only a day ago — or so everyone believed. Smoke still lingered in the air, and the scent of burnt wood and iron clung to
William caught his breath and held out the parchment. "They know, Your Majesty. The enemy has discovered the truth — they know the Crimson Kira we sent to them was a fake."
A murmur of shock spread across the hall.
Princess Marie's hand flew to her mouth.
Catherine whispered, "Oh no… they found out already?"
The king broke the seal and unfolded the letter. Written in blood-red ink, the message was short but chilling.
He read it aloud:
> "The war is not over.
— Queen Isabella."
The words hung heavy in the air like a curse.
King Francis lowered the parchment slowly. "She knows," he murmured. "And she intends to strike again."
Princess Marie pressed a hand to her heart. "She'll come for revenge."
Famoura, standing near the window, spoke softly — too calmly. "Of course she knows. You can't deceive Queen Isabella forever."
Catherine frowned. "But how could she find out so quickly?"
King Francis began to pace. "That is exactly what troubles me. Someone within our walls may have betrayed us."
A deep silence followed. Torches flickered against the cold stone walls, throwing restless shadows across the royal faces.
Prince Henry looked again toward Famoura. He didn't want to suspect his own sister, but her calmness felt… unnatural. She hadn't even flinched at the mention of Queen Isabella's vengeance.