She was chosen to obey. He came to rewrite fate. And the legacy? About to burn beneath their names. A bride handed over to preserve power. A name they buried now returned with blood on its breath. A secret so volatile, it could break every alliance. And a face too familiar, like history clawing back to life. One guards the lie. One brings the storm. One walks in like fate with unfinished business. And one carries the face that should’ve never returned. This was never about love. It was always about power. Now, the silence shatters and so does everything else.