Leon's POV
It was the day after the King died, and the atmosphere across the entire place felt off in a way that was hard to ignore.
News of his death had already reached me early on, and it didn't take long before people in my company started putting things together.
Honestly, I didn't need their guesses or conclusions.
I already had my own.
The Queen.
That conclusion came to me almost naturally, like something that had been sitting in the back of my mind even before everything happened. It just fit too well.
The problem was everything that came after that.
How did she do it? Why did she do it?
Those were the parts that didn't line up cleanly. A few possible answers floated around in my head, brushing past each other without settling into anything solid. It felt like I was close to understanding, like I could almost reach it if I stretched just a little further, but it kept slipping away.
Something about it was starting to make sense, just not enough to call it clear.
