The ballroom remained frozen in disbelief.
The Obsidian King now stood calmly beside the girl, as if it had never been a wild beast at all. Guests whispered in confusion, fear, and awe.
Victor stepped forward, his voice tight.
“Who… are you?”
The girl turned slowly.
Her calm eyes met his.
“My name is Emily Carter.”
The name hit the room like a shockwave.
Victor’s face drained of color.
“That’s impossible…” he muttered.
A reporter pushed forward. “Emily Carter? As in—Daniel Carter’s daughter?”
At the mention of the name, the horse shifted protectively in front of her.
Emily nodded.
“My father didn’t disappear,” she said quietly. “He was taken.”
The room erupted in whispers.
Victor’s hand trembled. “Stop this nonsense.”
But Emily took another step forward.
“You were there that night,” she said. “At the training facility. You told everyone it was an accident.”
The crowd turned toward Victor.
Confusion. Suspicion.
Fear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Victor snapped—but his voice cracked.
The horse suddenly stomped the marble floor, forcing silence again.
Emily’s voice stayed steady.
“My father trusted you. And before he died, he taught this horse to remember the truth.”
A chilling silence spread.
Then she added:
“And the horse remembers everything you did.”
Victor’s breath broke.
“No…” he whispered.
Because deep down, he knew.
The truth wasn’t buried anymore.
It was standing in front of him—alive, remembered, and no longer silent.
The Obsidian King stepped forward.
And the ballroom doors suddenly slammed shut.
