Chapter 101 - Daphne POV
I scream, but the sound never reaches past my throat.
My body is frozen, limbs bound by invisible chains, my wrists anchored in midair by the system's restraints. I can't move. I can't speak. All I can do is watch.
[You must not interfere with the main storyline, host. Violation of plot integrity—]
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I scream inside my head, throat raw, heart pounding so loud it eclipses everything else.
The door to Evelyn's chambers slams open. I see her flinch. Frida stumbles back, her cheek already red where he struck her.
Then I see her.
Evelyn.
Hair down, robe loose, eyes wide. Standing over Frida, trying to shield her like she always does. Regal. Terrified. Beautiful.
And then I see him.
Cedric.
I want to tear through the system's chains and rip him apart.
He raises his voice, spitting accusations. Something about betrayal. About dignity. About his title.
And then his hand wraps around her throat.
No. No. No. No—
