2 MINUTES AGO! Heartbreaking Scene at Evermere — Elara Holds Rowan’s Hand as He Whispers: “He Fought So Hard…” 💔

Royal Insiders Hint at a Shocking Discovery Behind the King’s Sudden Collapse — Could This Be the Real Reason?**

Dawn never fully arrived over Evermere Palace. The sky hovered in a sickly twilight gray, as if the sun itself refused to shine upon what had occurred during the night.

Inside the Moonstone Wing, silence ruled. Doctors moved like ghosts. Guards lowered their heads. The kingdom’s heartbeat faltered.

King Alden lay in the royal infirmary, motionless.

Princess Elara, weakened but steadfast, gripped Prince Rowan’s trembling hand. Her other hand rested upon the King’s, willing warmth into fingers that had once guided a nation.

“He fought so hard…” Rowan whispered, voice torn from a place no prince should ever have to reach.

The machines beside the King flickered—a fragile rhythm, a thread holding a nation together.

Princess Arwen stormed into the room, cloak swirling like a midnight wave. Her expression was carved from rage and fear.

“This was no illness,” she hissed. “This was an attack.”

Rowan looked up sharply.

“You’re certain?”

Her silence was answer enough.

A sealed folder slid from her sleeve and onto the bedside table. The cover bore a symbol that had haunted every corridor of the palace in whispers:

A serpent crushing a crown.

The Serpent Chamber’s mark.

Elara shivered. She knew what that meant. This collapse was not fate… but sabotage.

Royal Insider Captain Darius stepped forward, voice low.

“We found traces of an unknown toxin in the King’s chambers. Something ancient. Something banned in every kingdom.”

Rowan’s grief caught fire, turning into fury.

“If they wanted a war,” he growled, “they’ve just declared one.”

A faint sound rose from the bed.

King Alden’s eyelids fluttered.

His voice, barely audible, rasped through the room:

“She… must not… fall into their hands…”
A cough wracked his chest.
“…Protect… Seraphine…”

The machines blared alarms. Doctors rushed in. Rowan clutched his father’s arm.

“Stay with me, Father. Please…”

The doors slammed shut.

Arwen leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

“If the Serpent Chamber knows about Seraphine’s powers…” she murmured, “they will hunt her until the stars burn out.”

Elara wiped a tear from Rowan’s cheek.

“Then we will burn brighter.”

Outside the palace, sirens echoed through Evermere’s capital. Citizens gathered beneath the gates, candles held to the sky, chanting the King’s name like a prayer.

The fate of the monarchy dangled by a single heartbeat.

One more breath could save Evermere…
or doom it forever.