LYDIA'S POV

　　The journey back to the kingdom was fraught with tension and anticipation. The alliance with the East Night Pack, bolstered by the support of the North and South Packs, filled me with a mix of hope and determination. The combined strength of our forces was a testament to our unity, and I felt a surge of pride as we marched toward the kingdom.

　　As we neared the borders, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me. The air was thick with tension, and a sense of dread crept into my thoughts. My mind kept drifting to Fiona, the queen who had become an unwitting pawn in Oleg's cruel game. Because I knew that Oleg wouldn't keep her around for long. I prayed she was safe, but a deep-seated fear told me otherwise.

　　When we finally reached the outskirts of the kingdom, the scene was one of chaos. Soldiers and civilians rushed about, their faces etched with fear and confusion. The news had spread like wildfire: Fiona was dead, and no one knew how she died. The reason for her death was not explained.

　　My heart sank as I tried to comprehend the situation. Fiona, dead? The implications were devastating, and I knew we had to act quickly.

　　Brandon and Evan, sensing my urgency, flanked me as we made our way through the crowd. Whispers and rumours filled the air, but one thing was clear: the kingdom was in turmoil. People eyed us with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, and I could hear snippets of conversation as we passed.

　　"Isn't that Lydia, the fake princess?"

　　"Was she behind Fiona's death?"

　　"It seems like she wasn't even here. How could she have done it?"

　　The speculation was rampant, but the truth was elusive. We finally reached the castle, where a group of guards stood at attention. They looked relieved to see us, their faces reflecting the confusion and uncertainty that gripped the kingdom.

　　"What happened here?" I demanded, my voice steady but filled with urgency.

　　One of the guards, a young man with a serious expression, stepped forward. "Princess Lydia, Queen Fiona is dead. We believe someone poisoned her. She was found in her chambers this morning, lifeless."

　　A shiver ran down my spine. Fiona had been manipulated and used, her life cut short by Oleg's machinations. She had become a tragic victim in a game she never wanted to play. I felt a deep sense of loss and regret for her.

　　"We need to address the people," Brandon said quietly. "They need to know the truth."

　　I nodded, drawing strength from his presence and the unwavering support of our allies. We made our way to the main courtyard, where a large crowd had gathered. The people's eyes were filled with a mix of fear, hope, and uncertainty.

　　"You're right, we will address the people, but you need to make a few arrangements," I said, and he nodded.

　　I handed him several documents and asked him to distribute them among all the noble families and throughout the kingdom. These papers contained the evidence we had gathered against Oleg, detailing his crimes and corruption. Meanwhile, I steeled myself to face Oleg alone.

　　As Brandon moved to carry out my orders, I took a deep breath, preparing for the confrontation ahead. Just as I was about to leave, Odin stopped me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

　　"Lydia, wait!" he called, his voice filled with concern. I turned to face him, seeing the seriousness in his eyes.

　　"Before facing Oleg, you should know that now Oleg, as the self-proclaimed king, holds absolute power. What he says, goes. So be careful. He is now capable of doing even more damage," Odin warned, his tone grave.

　　I nodded, appreciating his concern. "I know, Odin. That's why this time, I have a proper plan that will definitely work. That I know for sure."

　　Odin's expression softened slightly, but his worry remained. "Just remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here for you."

　　His words gave me the strength I needed. I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath, ready to face Oleg. As I walked through the halls of the castle, memories of my father filled my mind. He had always stood for justice, and now it was my turn to continue his legacy.

　　The throne room loomed ahead, the heavy doors closed. I pushed them open with a determined shove, stepping into the grand chamber where Oleg sat on the throne that rightfully belonged to my family. He looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw me.

　　"Well, well, if it isn't Princess Lydia," he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come to grovel before your king?"

　　I ignored his taunts, stepping forward with unwavering resolve. "Oleg, your reign of terror ends today. The people know the truth about you."

　　He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that echoed through the chamber. "And what truth is that? The ramblings of a disgraced princess? I hold the power now, Lydia. You're just a thorn in my side."

　　I met his gaze with unwavering determination. "The people will see you for what you are—a tyrant and a murderer. You can't hide behind your lies forever."

　　Oleg's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think you can challenge me? I could have you executed with a single word."

　　"Then do it," I challenged, my voice steady. "But it won't change the fact that your time is up. The people will rise against you, with or without me."

　　He stood from the throne, his posture menacing. "You overestimate their loyalty, Lydia. They follow strength, and right now, I am the strongest."

　　"You're wrong," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "True strength lies in justice and truth. And today, the people will see that."

　　Just then, the doors behind me opened, and Brandon and Evan entered, flanked by members of our allied packs. The crowd outside had grown, their murmurs of confusion turning to shouts of support as they saw the evidence Brandon had distributed.

　　Oleg's face twisted in rage and disbelief. "What is this?"

　　"This is the truth, Oleg," I said, stepping aside to let the people see the documents. "Your crimes laid bare for all to see."