Nwadimma stood in the heavy silence, her throat tight with a million unspoken warnings. She didn't know what to say, she was caught in a paralyzing tug-of-war between wanting to praise her brother for his terrifying bravery and wanting to curse him for his reckless pride.
Ultimately, she realized that any word of caution would only undermine him. Having grown up alongside Nwadiebube, she knew the bone-deep stubbornness that defined him. Once he set his feet on a path, he would walk it until the world ended or he did.
Instead of arguing, she moved silently to his side. They stood together on the balcony, two sibilings royalties overlooking a kingdom that had no idea its King was planning to lie to them and rewrite reality for his own goal to godhood and power.
The silence stretched, peaceful yet haunted, until Nwadimma turned to leave. Before she could step back into the shadows of the office, Nwadiebube's voice pulled her back.
"How is my son?"
