TimeNovelChapter 393: He's Actually Defending Her?!
But it was his aura, cold, heavy, choking, that made even the most hardened generals lower their eyes.
It was as if winter itself had stepped into the hall.
Queen Chioma'’s fingers twitched. Nnenna, beside him, felt a cold shiver crawl down her spine despite the
warmth of the hall. She did not even dare to look up at his face.
Somto’s gaze swept the kneeling crowd, his golden eyes glowing faintly under the chandeliers like burning
embers under snow.
“Are you accusing my sister, without proof?”
He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The weight of his words crashed against the walls like thunder
trapped in stone.
Everyone held their breath, waiting.
Waiting to see whether the king would protect her...
Or destroy her.
Nnenna simply frowned, letting the chaos unfold around her. She did not panic. She didn’t tremble. She was
innocent, and deep inside, she knew the truth would win, eventually.
“You will not be arresting anybody,” a calm but firm voice rang out. “And you will not be upholding any so called
justice, because things are not what you think they are.”
Heads turned sharply.
It was not Somto who had spoken now, even though he looked like he was seconds away from freezing the entire
room with how cold his energy was. No, it was not the ice king. It was Obinna.
Prince Obinna.
The sObinna who almost never took Nnenna'’s side. The sObinna who was known for his silence and
most times opposition in family matters, especially involving her.
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The dining hall stilled.
Nobles. Servants. Guards. Everyone held their breath. Stried to shrink into the shadows as if not being seen
would protect them from the tension now pulsing through the air.
“Is the sun rising from the west?,” one of the servants whispered under his breath, referencing an old saying
used when something completely unexpected occurred.
First, Obinna hadn't insulted Nnenna during the gift presentation in the grand hall. That was odd enough. Now,
here he was again, standing up for her in front of the entire royal court and foreign dignitaries?
“What happened?” murmured a high ranking maid to the butler beside her.
“What's changed?” a noblewoman who had sconnections in the castle whispered behind her fan.
The ones who didn’t know the inner dynamics of the royal family made their own assumptions. He must be
saving face for the royal family, they guessed. Or maybe he’s in on it too.
And because they were still deep in their suspicion, they weren't satisfied with his words. More voices joined the
original protest as the crowd, still kneeling, grew louder, more desperate.
They wanted answers.
Somto finally stood again.
The murmurs died instantly.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
His cold gaze swept across the kneeling officials. “Your ignorance is loud,” he said, voice sharp as ice. “But let
A tense silence followed.
“My father’s death, yes, King Ikechukwu’s death, was indeed unexpected. And yes... it was unnatural.” He let
those words hang for a moment. Tension thickened. Snobles exchanged glances, already thinking: He's
admitting it?
“But Second Princess Nnenna had absolutely nothing to do with it.”
Gasps echoed. Sheads lifted in shock. Others frowned in disbelief.
Somto turned toward the officials with steel in his eyes, then faced the cameras, knowing billions were watching
across Lionara and beyond.
He hadn't planned to say this. Not yet. He was still investigating, still piecing things together. But now, with the
spun by his own family and court, maybe it was tto shake things up. To rattle the enemy hiding
among them.
“Smonths ago,” he said, voice calmer now but no less dangerous, “assassins infiltrated the palace.”
What?! The wave of shock swept through the hall like a storm. Even the dignitaries froze.
“And in a bid to save his daughter, yes, his daughter, Nnenna’s life, my father, her father... took a sword for her.”
The silence shattered.
“He took a sword?!”
“He died saving her?”
“Then she didn’t kill him?”
“Wait, does this mean the king died protecting her, not because of her?”
Online, the chat exploded in chaos.
@RoyalWatcher_Lionara: “WHAT. THE. HECK. This is the twist of the century.”
@TruthSeeker_234: “So... she’s not a murderer???”
@QueenChiomaForever: “Convenient timing to drop this ‘info’ tho.”
@NnennaStan97: “I KNEW MY QUEEN WAS INNOCENT.”
@JusticeForKinglke: “If this is true... who sent the assassins?”
@TeaSpillLive: “This just beca murder mystery royal , AND I'M HERE FOR IT.”
Meanwhile, back in the dining hall, everyone stared at Nnenna differently now. The hate didn’t vanish, but
confusion started seeping in. Doubt. And a flicker of guilt for some.
The nobles remained on their knees, unsure what to do now.
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Somto wasn’t done yet.
Somto continued, his voice steady and resolute.
He told them everything, how the assassins had struck in the dead of night, how confusion had broken out in the
palace, how blood had stained the royal corridors.
And how, in the middle of it all, King Ikechukwu had shielded Nnenna with his own body, taking a blade meant
for her.
The details were clear. The timeline matched. The emotions behind it were raw and real.
Slowly, the tension began to ease.
Whispers filled the room, no longer accusing but reflective:
“It... makes sense.”
“He's never lied to us before.”
“So the king died protecting her? That's... noble.”
Slowered their eyes in shame. Others nodded quietly, finally understanding the weight Somto had been
carrying.
The online comments shifted too.
@LionHeartLegacy: “Respect to King Ikechukwu. A true father till the end.”
@RealRoyalTalk: “King Somto wouldn't risk lying about something like this.”
@NnennaFan101: “I'm actually crying. She must've lived with that pain in silence.”
@Overdose: “Wait... are we apologizing to Nnenna now???”
But just when it felt like the storm had passed, another one began to brew.
A chair creaked.
A slow, deliberate movement pulled all eyes to one corner of the room.
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