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A Cruel Fate Chapter 38; Whispers of Pestilence
THRYSTAN"Shouldn't you be in something red or green to attract your future lord husband?"Elaria swiveled to glare at me, her expression mirroring the same mix of boredom and frustration I felt. This wasn't the first time we had to feign enjoyment in this life of constant attention. She glanced down at her black dress, edged with dark red lace."Oh, please. I'd sooner be eaten mercifully by dragons than feed Father's ego any more than it already is," she said, her gaze drifting to the King, who stood in the far corner with a guest, accompanied by Mother. "I won't give him that satisfaction.""And you do not worry about the consequences of this action?"She shook her head defiantly. "Not exactly."Ever since Elaria faced Pete at the Wreath, she'd grown increasingly confident, stretching her wings little by little. It was as if confronting that danger had assured her she could withstand even our father's wrath. She was a Diremage, after all."You still look pretty in your mourning dres
A Cruel Fate Chapter 39; A Joust
ARWYNMy body was pressed against another, radiating warmth that made me reluctant to wake, hoping to prolong the blissful sorcery enveloping me.My lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar sight of books and towering shelves—I was still in the library. Surprisingly, I remembered the conversation I was having with Jagger about the dragons and Thrystan's brother, Nerys, whom I accidentally killed two years ago in the Spire. That mission haunted me for months, rendering me unable to function properly. I could only imagine how Thrystan must have felt, losing his older brother to such a horrible death.The prince wasn't the first to meet his end at my hands, but his death left a trauma. Perhaps it was the near-death experience I had—falling off that cliff or nearly being burnt alive by one of those horrendous beasts.Strong, muscled arms tightened around me, and I finally stirred to show I was awake, only to be rebuked by a voice."Stay still." It was Thrystan, his breath smelling of
A Cruel Fate Chapter 40; The Fallen Knight
ARWYNThe drumbeats thrummed through the air, the jeers and cheers of the crowd gradually fading into a reverent hush as the King rose to his feet. With a commanding presence, he raised his hand, a gesture that seemed to quiet the very winds. Slowly, he turned from side to side, his gaze sweeping across the assembled throng like a savior acknowledging his subjects."Welcome, noble lords and ladies, esteemed guests, and valiant knights," the King began, his voice resonating with authority. "Today, we gather to witness the prowess and bravery of our finest warriors in this grand joust. Let the spirit of chivalry and honor guide their lances and hearts."The crowd erupted into applause, the anticipation palpable. The King continued, "May this tournament be a testament to our kingdom's strength and unity. Let the games commence, and may the best knight prevail!"As he resumed his seat, the trumpets blared, signaling the start of the joust. Knights in gleaming armor rode out onto the field
A Cruel Fate Chapter 41; Hunting Partner
ARWYNOne thing I knew for certain: the Prince did not like to lose. I had seen him throw tantrums and unleash his fiery temper when he didn't win a practice bout. To be fair, the only times he lost were when he faced two or more Embers at once.Never to just one opponent.Yet here we were, witnessing the impossible. Sir Sirius Black had beaten Prince Thrystan in a joust. The disbelief rippled through the crowd as the Prince flung his helmet to the ground, his frustration palpable. Gasps erupted from the audience, and I watched his curly hair, more disheveled than ever, fall around his face as he ran his hands through it in agitation. His dark brown locks tumbled wildly, mirroring the storm brewing within him.Sirius rode over, his horse trotting confidently. Without a moment's hesitation, Thrystan stretched out his hand, and a squire hurried to his side, presenting him with a sword. Its handle gleamed with gold, encrusted with purple stones that caught the sunlight. The crowd fell sil
A Cruel Fate Chapter 42; A Bit Wild
ARWYN POVSir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance."Lady Balchor," Sir Black’s voice pulled me back to him, his words soft but insistent. I mustered a wry smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside me. "Will you do me the honor of being my hunting partner?" he asked again, his tone carrying a blend of anticipation and vulnerability that tugged at my heart.My gaze drifted to Thrystan, who was pretending not to listen but whose body language told a different story. His smirk, subtle yet infuriating, danced on his lips as if he found amusement in my predicament. It was as though he thrived on the tension radiating between us."I'm sorry, Lord Blac
A Cruel Fate Chapter 43; The Hunt
ARWYN POV“You must love living in the countryside, my Lord,” Ahvi remarked to Lord Ezlyn Cromwell, her voice light and teasing.“Indeed, I do,” Cromwell replied, his tone steady, betraying nothing more than a simple truth.Ahvi chuckled, her fingers toying with the reins of her horse. “I can’t blame you. They say it’s quite charming out here. And your family owns countless ranches and grand estates, don’t they?”Lord Cromwell gave a curt nod. “You’ve heard correctly.”Their conversation drifted on, a melody of casual words, but I let my mind wander, refusing to be pulled into their banter. My attention remained fixed on the path ahead, every muscle taut, ready to react at the first sign of movement. Perhaps I would spot a deer, a mountain goat, or even a rabbit—some unsuspecting creature to claim as my prey.“Ease up on that bowstring, Balchor, or you’ll snap it in two,” Tristan’s voice cut through my focus. I glanced at him, catching the subtle curve of a smile at the edge of his li
A Cruel Fate Chapter 44; Trophy
ARWYN POVThe flickering fire cast a warm, golden glow over the clearing, its flames crackling softly as they danced in the night air. Thrystan and I sat side by side on a fallen log, the cool evening breeze still carrying the faint scent of the sea. Our clothes clung to us, damp from our earlier tumble into the water, but the heat from the fire was doing its best to chase away the lingering chill.I tucked my knees up, hugging them close as I stared into the flames, the silence between us easy and comfortable. Thrystan shifted beside me, his wet hair tousled and drying in unruly waves. He poked at the fire with a stick, sending a small shower of sparks upward into the twilight.“We’ll have to answer for this, you know,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he broke the silence. “Running off, getting soaked, and now camping out by the sea. Not exactly the most dignified end to the day.”I smirked, nudging him with my elbow. “As if you care about dignity, Thrystan. You were the one
A Cruel Fate Chapter 45; Sparks Of Gossip
ARWYN POVThe sun began to paint the sky in soft hues of pink and gold as we rode into the camp the next morning, the air still crisp with the lingering chill of night. The campfires from the previous evening had long since dwindled to embers, sending thin tendrils of smoke curling into the dawn air.Thrystan rode beside me, behind us, the deer hung from the back of my horse, its lifeless body swaying gently with each step.As we entered the camp, heads began to turn. Murmurs rose among the gathered hunters and soldiers even to the honourable guests, their eyes flicking from the deer to me, then to Thrystan. Some whispered behind cupped hands, others simply stared, but all wore expressions of curiosity—mixed with a touch of admiration.I felt the weight of their gazes, the hush that fell over the camp as we passed through, but I kept my head high, refusing to let it rattle me."Looks like we’ve caused a bit of a stir," Thrystan murmured under his breath, his lips curving into a sly sm
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