And then—Silence. My real face was revealed. Not the softened, forgettable version. Not the politically safe one. No—the real me. The Forever21 ring on my finger glowed faintly. My eyes shimmered with that unmistakable silver depth that screamed wrong in the way only overwhelming power ever did.
The nobles gasped so hard I thought someone might choke.
A countess fainted. A duke dropped his goblet. One baron actually whispered, "By the gods…is that really her? I thought she left…" like he'd just seen one walk in uninvited.
Henry's real face drew another wave of shock—sharp eyes, composed stance, warrior's aura snapping into place. Not a "new mage." Not inexperienced. A weapon wrapped in patience.
"Oh?" I said lightly, tilting my head. "You look surprised."
Inside my pouch, Chubby scoffed.
Hmph. Took them long enough, his voice echoed lazily in my mind.
I smiled wider.
