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<\/span><\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe prisoner shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The prisoner’s next words changed everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That’s what the queen wanted you to believe.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The entire hall turned toward Queen Isabella.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her face remained calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Too calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for the first time in fifteen years, doubt entered his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The execution was postponed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The prisoner was taken into custody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night, Edmund questioned him in private.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Who are you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My name is Thomas.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“And how do you know about Arthur?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thomas reached into his torn clothing and removed a small silver medallion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He recognized it instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It had belonged to Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The prince never removed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not even in battle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edmund’s hands trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Where did you get this?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thomas looked directly at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Arthur gave it to me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king’s heart nearly stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“When?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Three months ago.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then laughter erupted from the king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because it was funny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because it was impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur had been dead for fifteen years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thomas remained serious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“He isn’t dead.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king’s laughter faded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“He survived the war.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edmund stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You expect me to believe that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thomas lowered his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I expect you to see him yourself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next morning, against the advice of every advisor, Edmund rode north with a small group of guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For six days they traveled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally they reached a hidden village deep within the mountains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There, standing outside a wooden house, was a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Older.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bearded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Weathered by time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But unmistakable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king nearly fell from his horse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His brother was alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The reunion shook the kingdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur explained everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After the battle, he had been severely wounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Local villagers found him and nursed him back to health.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he finally recovered, he learned shocking news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The kingdom had already declared him dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And someone had tried to kill him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not enemy soldiers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His own men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur spent years hiding while searching for the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually he discovered the mastermind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Queen Isabella.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edmund refused to believe it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until Arthur presented evidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Witnesses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Payments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything pointed to the queen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had arranged the assassination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When confronted, Isabella finally confessed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But not for the reason anyone expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had loved Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not Edmund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years before her marriage, she and Arthur had secretly planned a future together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the king died unexpectedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edmund inherited the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Political pressure forced Isabella to marry the new king instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She never stopped loving Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years later, she learned Arthur planned to expose a conspiracy within the court.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A conspiracy that would likely start a civil war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Terrified that Arthur’s actions would destroy the kingdom, she arranged for him to disappear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because she hated him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because she believed she was saving everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The kingdom erupted into chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The queen was arrested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur was welcomed home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At last, the brothers were reunited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The story should have ended there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it didn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because two weeks later, Arthur vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No guards saw him leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No witnesses existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He simply disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A search began immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Days later, Edmund received a letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was written in Arthur’s handwriting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king opened it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside was only one sentence:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I lied about everything.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Edmund felt cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He immediately ordered Arthur’s mountain house searched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What investigators found was horrifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The house wasn’t fifteen years old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had been built less than a year earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The villagers who supposedly rescued Arthur didn’t exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The records were fake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The witnesses were fake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even the letters accusing Isabella had been forged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything had been staged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man claiming to be Arthur was an impostor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The real Arthur had never returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The queen was released.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kingdom was left with one question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who was the stranger?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Months later, investigators discovered the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thomas and the fake Arthur were working together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire story had been a carefully planned deception designed to remove Isabella from power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But before they could be captured, both men disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For years, nobody heard from them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then one winter evening, an elderly servant cleaning the royal archives found something hidden behind a loose stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A sealed journal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It belonged to Prince Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The real Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The final entry had been written the day before the famous battle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The servant rushed it to the king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Edmund opened the journal with trembling hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside was a confession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Arthur had discovered a plot against the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not by enemies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not by the queen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By Edmund himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king stared at the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The journal claimed that years ago, Edmund had secretly arranged their father’s death to secure the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Arthur had learned the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And planned to expose him after the war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The journal ended with one final line:<\/p>\n\n\n\n “If anything happens to me tomorrow, my brother will know why.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Edmund sat alone for hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he quietly ordered the journal burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one ever saw it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Officially, Prince Arthur remained a fallen hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Officially, the conspiracy never existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But from that day forward, whenever anyone spoke of Arthur’s death…<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Edmund never corrected them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because for the first time in fifteen years…<\/p>\n\n\n\n he wasn’t entirely sure his brother had died in battle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" King Edmund had spent fifteen years believing he knew how his brother died. Prince Arthur had been the greatest warrior in the kingdom. Brave. Charismatic. Loved by the people. When war broke out along the northern border, Arthur personally led the royal army. He never returned. Messengers brought news that the prince had fallen heroically […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":1947,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1946","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1946","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1946"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1946\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1948,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1946\/revisions\/1948"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1947"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1946"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1946"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virli.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1946"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}