Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight – "A Tired Monarch"
Crow sighed deeply, the weight of expectations, loyalty, obsession, and power pressing on his shoulders.
He looked down at Rose, still kneeling, the collar trembling slightly in her hands.
"You really went this far…?"
His voice wasn't angry—just tired. Not of them, but of what he knew was only the beginning of even more complications.
Still, he took the collar gently from her hands.
Rose's eyes lit up.
Crow stood silent, unsure whether to give in to her or draw a line.