2 MINUTES AGO! After 10 Years of Secrecy, the Palace Is Forced to Reveal MAJOR News: “Sadly, Princess Seraphine…”

Lightning clawed across the sky as the palace sirens wailed, summoning the entire court to the Moonstone Throne Room. Ten years of silence. Ten years of whispers. Ten years of a secret locked behind enchanted steel.

Tonight, truth broke free.

Queen Liora stood beneath the stained-glass crest of the royal line, her crown dimmed by sorrow. Prince Rowan and Princess Elara arrived hand-in-hand, their faces drained of color. Even the knights who feared nothing watched with trembling breath.

The Queen’s voice wavered.

“It is time the world knows the truth about Princess Seraphine.”

A gasp cut through the chamber.

Seraphine. The King’s youngest child. The missing star of Evermere. The princess who vanished before she learned to walk.

Rumors once painted her as a fairy-blessed miracle. Others claimed she died in silence. The palace never confirmed a single word.

Until now.

Queen Liora stepped forward, clutching a silver-edged letter sealed with a drop of red wax.

“Seraphine survives,” the Queen whispered. “Hidden. Protected. Because her birth carried a destiny too dangerous for any throne.”

Images flickered on the grand vision-screen: a baby born beneath an eclipse, lightning encircling the cradle, ancient runes glowing across her skin.

Seraphine possessed the Mark of the Crown-Breaker.

A prophecy long feared foretold:

A daughter born of royal blood
with power to unmake the monarchy
and raise a new order from its ashes.

The council erupted.

“She must return!” shouted one minister.

“She must be exiled forever!” cried another.

Prince Rowan slammed his fist onto the marble table.

“She is my sister. We will find her. We will protect her. We will choose our destiny, not bow to prophecy.”

Elara, pale but fierce, stepped beside him.

“The Serpent Chamber already hunts her. If we do not act now, they will reach her first.”

A thunderous boom shook the palace walls. A raven streaked through a shattered window, a scroll tied to its leg. The seal—

A serpent coiling around a broken crown.

Princess Arwen, commander of royal intelligence, ripped open the message.

Her eyes widened.

“Your Majesty… they already have her location.”

Queen Liora’s candlelight-shadowed face turned to stone.

“Then the time for secrecy is over.”

The throne room erupted into motion. Knights readied their blades. Strategists unfurled maps. Rowan and Elara clasped hands, fear and courage merging into one promise.

Seraphine lived.

Seraphine was in danger.

Seraphine could rewrite destiny.

The kingdom stood on the edge of a sword.