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Chapter 151 - 151 Revelations

Chapter 151: Revelations Chapter 151: Revelations His tone was low but firm.

“You knew she was the one who was supposed to start this dance.” Queen Chioma’s patience finally snapped.

“I would never prioritize Nnenna over Ebere!” she hissed.

“I’m not the one who prepared those clothes for her!” King Ikechukwu was visibly shocked.

“If you didn’t, then who did?

How did she get those two dresses?

I knew those dresses weren’t from around here!

Their materials are unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“But that doesn’t matter now.

Let her just start the dance with one of those princes.” As his words echoed, murmurs began to ripple through the crowd.

Meanwhile, Nnenna stood silently, scanning the array of eligible partners before her.

Who will accompany me for the dance?

she wondered, her eyes moving over the gathered princes.

Her gaze settled on Prince Ankhbayar, someone she was more familiar with than the others, and she was about to move toward him when suddenly, the housekeeper’s voice rang out.

The entire ballroom fell into an eerie silence as the housekeeper’s voice rang out, clear and commanding over the murmuring crowd.

“Announcing His Royal Highness, Prince Carl of Riverum Kingdom!” A ripple of gasps swept through the hall.

The name alone sent a shiver through the spines of nobles, royals, and foreign dignitaries alike.

Riverum?

The legendary kingdom across the seas?

The kingdom so mysterious that even the most well traveled scholars had barely any records of it?

Nnenna’s breath hitched.

Prince Carl?

From Riverum?

Her mind raced.

She had spent years reading about different kingdoms, yet she had never found a single detailed record of Riverum.

Not even in the secret archives the housekeeper had given her access to.

How was that possible?

Around her, the reactions were just as intense.

The lesser nobles whispered amongst themselves, asking if this was truly the prince from the fabled land.

The guests from the four major kingdoms were visibly shaken, their usual composed exteriors cracking as they exchanged glances of disbelief and anticipation.

“He actually came?” one of the high ranking lords from Dixan muttered, his voice filled with awe.

“A prince from Riverum?

I thought they never stepped foot outside their lands!” another noblewoman whispered, gripping her fan tightly.

The four major princes, including Ankhbayar and Minjun, straightened, their interest now entirely focused on the entrance.

They had heard stories, tales of Riverum’s unmatched naval power, its isolationist policies, its rumored technological advancements.

But never in their lives had they expected to see a royal from that kingdom at a mere grand ball.

Then, the doors opened.

A procession of men entered first, their strides confident, their attire unlike anything seen before, long, high-collared coats embroidered with silver threads, adorned with symbols that looked both ancient and unfamiliar.

Their presence alone commanded attention.

And then, he walked in.

Tall, striking, and effortlessly imposing, Prince Carl entered the ballroom with a regal grace that seemed almost unreal.

His piercing gaze swept across the room, unreadable yet sharp.

His very presence exuded an air of quiet dominance, as though he owned the space the moment he stepped inside.

But Nnenna barely heard the gasps or saw the reactions.

Her mind had gone completely blank.

Because she knew him.

Not as Prince Carl.

But as Ikenna.

The man who had been the director of the hospital where she had stayed while in a coma.

The man who had helped her save Nurse Courage.

The man who, without hesitation, put himself in danger to protect her when he thought her life was at risk.

The man who took up her care in the hospital.

Her first acknowledged big brother.

Her mind replayed memories she hadn’t thought about in a while.

His calm voice giving orders in the hospital, his quiet but firm presence whenever she had needed reassurance, the way he had looked after her.

And then… how he had let her leave without saying a proper goodbye.

A flicker of annoyance rose within her at that last thought.

She had never admitted it, but his nonchalant attitude that day had upset her.

She had wanted to thank him properly.

Wanted to understand why he had helped her so much.

Wanted to find a way to keep in touch.

And now, here he was, standing before her as Prince Carl of Riverum.

Nnenna swallowed, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Why… Why is he here?” she whispered under her breath.

Somto, standing beside her, let out a low chuckle.

“You didn’t think he’d miss this, did you?” His voice held amusement, but there was something else too, something knowing.

She turned to him sharply, realization dawning.

“You knew?” Somto smirked.

“He’s not just my friend, Nnenna.

He’s someone you trust more than even me or Four.” Her breath caught.

Because he was right.

Ikenna, no, Prince Carl, was the one person she had trusted completely after Nurse Courage, even when she hadn’t understood why.

And now, he was here.

The ballroom was still buzzing from Prince Carl’s shocking entrance when the housekeeper’s voice rang out again, silencing the murmurs instantly.

“Announcing His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur of Prigrian Kingdom!” A stunned silence fell over the crowd, deeper and heavier than before.

If Prince Carl’s appearance had been a shock, this was an earthquake.

Even the nobles from the four major kingdoms stiffened, their expressions shifting from awe to something closer to disbelief.

The name alone sent ripples of pure astonishment through the most powerful figures in the room.

Prigrian?!

Unlike Riverum, which was at least whispered about in high ranking circles, Prigrian was a kingdom that barely existed in the minds of most people.

A ghost kingdom.

A place so elusive that even seasoned historians had only fragments of knowledge about it, mere whispers, nothing concrete.

The smaller kingdoms?

They had never even heard of it.

Nnenna’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Another unknown kingdom?

How?

She had scoured countless archives, read every restricted text she could get her hands on, even had the housekeeper dig into information that wasn’t supposed to be accessible.

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