EVELYNAfter what felt like an eternity, Marcel Fox stepped to the front and cleared his throat. The hall fell silent as he began to speak.“Well, Lords and Ladies, noble guests from far and wide, it’s with boundless pride and joy that I welcome you all to this most momentous occasion – a celebration that destined to echo through the halls of Hescor’s history. Tonight, we gather to honor the betrothal of His Majesty, our most revered King, and my beloved daughter, Skyla Fox – ”Marcel’s happiness was plain as he spoke, his voice buoyant with pride. A part of me considered paying attention, but the rest of me couldn’t stomach a single word uttered by the vile man. There was no point in listening. His speech was nothing more than gloating and grandstanding for this gathering.Unlike me, the crowd devoured every word. They appeared eager, thrilled even, at the prospect of the King’s engagement to the beautiful young daughter of House Fox.Jack’s hand found mine again, his finger curling
EVELYNAs I stared at my pained reflection in the mirror, two women entered the washroom.“Lady Skyla looks so beautiful, doesn’t she?” one sighed, shaking her head in admiration. “That dress is absolutely gorgeous. Of course, that girl could wear a sack and still be the loveliest thing in the room.”“And the King…” the other woman murmured in awe, mirroring the first woman’s gesture. “My goodness, he’s even more handsome than I imagined.”“He’s breathtaking,” the first woman agreed.I quickly tidied myself up and left the washroom, unable to endure another second of their gushing adoration, whether for Skyla or Cole. It was too much, a fresh sting to an already aching heart.I headed back toward the hall, knowing Jack would return soon. If I wasn’t there when he came back, I didn’t want to imagine what might happen.As I walked, I caught sight of a woman. It took a moment, but I recognized her – the same golden-haired woman I’d seen in the market earlier. There was something about he
EVELYNHad it been anyone else, the gesture might have seemed gentlemanly -but Jack Elrod was no gentleman.I gazed up at him, my voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “Are you satisfied now? Why did you do all of this? Does it make you happy to see me so desperate and miserable?”Jack watched me, his expression unreadable. “I never wanted to see you unhappy,” he said softly. “I regret that you had to witness how weak-minded and disloyal my brother is.”I stared at him coldly, sarcasm etched into every feature of my face. His word felt hollow, like a carefully crafted excuse meant absolve himself of blame. I didn’t believe a single word.He reached down, his thumb brushing against my cheek to wipe away a tear. “Why do you always think so badly of me?” he asked quietly, his tone almost wistful.I shrank away from his touch and pushed his hand aside abruptly. “Because you’re a manipulator!” I stood, glaring at him as my voice rose with anger. “You use people. You hurt them to get
EVELYNFor the first time, Jack’s face was fully exposed.Half of it retained its beauty and striking handsomeness; the other half was a grotesque web of scars, deep and jagged, cutting across his cheek and down his jawline. They were old wounds, yet they seemed vivid, as if freshly inflicted. Each line told a story of unimaginable pain and violence.As much as I despised Jack, a shiver ran through me unbidden, as I imagined the agony he must have endured. The crowd buzzed with hushed whispers. “Goddess, what happened to his face?” someone breathed.“Don’t stare—it’s rude,” another chided, though their own eyes lingered.“Is it true? Why does he look like that?”Jack’s jaw tightened. His expression turned dark and unreadable as he slowly bet to retrieve his mask.The homeless man froze, his earlier bravado evaporating in the face of Jack’s smothering fury. But it was too late. Jack grabbed him and drove a brutal punch into his stomach. Blood sprayed as the man crumpled to the groun
EVELYNRight.It wasn’t a difficult choice. I had hated Cole.I had hated him for so long.I hated him for what he did to my family.I hated him for treating me like his toy in the palace,I hated him for hiding the truth from me time and time again.I hated him for forgetting me so quickly, for choosing another woman to share his life with instead of me.I had every reason to say “yes” without hesitation.So why couldn’t I?Why did my heart feel like it was being pierced by a thousand silver needles at the thought of forgetting him?Why did my tears stream uncontrollably, as if my soul itself was breaking, at the thought of erasing him completely from my life?“What are you hesitating for, child?” The woman asked.“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly. “… I don’t think I want to lose the memories of him.”“Hmm…” The woman gave a thoughtful hum. “Why? Hasn’t he brought you so much pain?”He had.I took a deep breath and said, “But he’s also brought me much happiness.”“Happiness?”“Yes,”
EVELYNGetting in the way? What way?I felt confused. But the woman didn’t give me time to protest or ask any further questions. She immediately turned to the man in the room and gave him an order.“Keep an eye on her,” she instructed, her voice firm, almost as if it were a command.Out in the street, I’d assumed they were together. They appeared to be around the same age and had spoken about their son. But the way she spoke to him, the way she issued her orders, made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than I had first thought.Of course, I didn’t care too deeply about the dynamics between them.What mattered was that I had been tied to a bed by a pair of strangers, and it seemed they had no intention of letting me go anytime soon.I hadn’t expected the woman to call my bluff and refuse to elaborate, but I couldn’t be trapped in yet another situation.Cole… Jack… and now this?I was tired of being caged.As I covertly struggled against my restraint, I noticed the man gl
ADDISONThe blade of the sharp dagger gleamed under the moonlight streaming through the half window above Addison. Elsa’s teeth were gritted, and gone was the doe-eyed, innocent-looking girl who had once worked as a maid in the palace.In her place stood the face of a fierce fighter and killer.“You should die,” Elsa spat out with hatred, her brown eyes flashing with the utterance. “Every Madden deserves to die for what they’ve done.”Addison didn’t move – not out of fear but out of survival. She looked at Elsa while her hand cautiously searched behind her, trying to find anything that might be useful.Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found. The silver-lined cell was bare. All that lay behind her was sand.There was nothing in the silver-lined cell that would help her escape, not a single little thing. All that was behind her was sand. She supposed she could use her claws, but she needed to bide her time—any wrong move, and Elsa could slit her throat in an instant.It could all
ADDISONOakley walked over, an eyebrow raised as he squatted down to examine Addison. His eyes trailed over her with an air of detached assessment before his lips curled into an amused smirk.“This poor lady is going to die if you don’t remove your claws,” he remarked, glancing at Elsa.Elsa shot him a glare. “This isn’t any of your business, Oakley. Back up and stay the fuck away.”“I can’t,” Oakley said with mock regret. “The lady’s an important hostage to Mr. Crawford. If she dies, we’d both be in trouble.”Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s not important at all. Frank just keeps her for fun. You know it better than I do.”She turned back to Addison, but before she could make another move, Oakley grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron-strong, startlingly so for someone with a limping gait and a body marred by scars.Addison’s eyes widened as she felt the power in his hand—a strength that seemed unnatural for a man with his appearance.Elsa, too, was acutely aware of his hold. S
EVELYN“So he punished him—made him kneel on the cold stone floor of the Great Hall, day and night, with the servants as witnesses. He kept him there until he was exhausted, starving, and on the verge of collapse,” Stephanie said. “And still, Jack never gave him an answer. He only said it was a girl from a dream. That was all. In the end, Father had no choice but to give up. But before he did, he tore the painting to shreds and warned Jack—if he ever dreamed of that girl again… he would find her, dig her out, and destroy her.”A shiver ran down my spine.I could almost see King Theodore’s looming figure, feel his hands closing around me, tearing me apart as he had done to that painting.I felt paralyzed by Stephanie’s words. And angry. Why was she telling me this? What did she expect from me? This had nothing to do with me, did it? It wasn’t my fault Jack had drawn a picture of me.And yet, beyond the anger, there was something else. A deep, inevitable sorrow.I didn’t know why.I tri
EVELYNI searched Stephanie’s chestnut-brown eyes with scrutiny, trying to make sense of her words. I was relieved she wasn’t lying, but I couldn’t understand why she had bothered making such a request after everything that had happened.Her expression remained composed, as if she saw no issue with her decision. But even at my most optimistic—even if Cole ever found an excuse to forgive his brother—Stephanie’s request to move Jack’s body to the Royal Crypt was absurd.Crypts held deep significance for every noble family in Hescor, and the Royal Crypt was the most sacred of them all, reserved for the royal bloodline. The people of Hescor believed it was a resting place only for revered monarchs who had contributed to the kingdom, rulers whose legacies were honored by both history and the people. Only the purest souls were meant to be laid to rest there. Of course, that was an exaggeration—one could hardly call King Theodore a saint, considering his debauched ways in his later years.As
EVELYN“Sometimes, I can’t tell if you’re supporting me or siding with those who oppose my ascension,” I muttered, lifting my head from the stack of documents to glower at Flynn. Across the room, he met my gaze steadily, unfazed.“Why don’t you go bother your King instead?” I snapped. “If anyone’s to blame for my ignorance of these documents, it’s him! If he hadn’t—” I bit off the words, heat crawling up my face as memory surged forward, unbidden and all too vivid.Cole had been unbearably possessive last night after I returned from my conversation with Aiden by the river. He had exhausted me until dawn – until the first golden rays of sunlight spilled over the horizon, peering into the room to find our bodies tangled in the damp sheets.Flynn arched a brow but returned his attention to the report in his hands. “I’ll remind him to exercise restraint,” he said coolly. “He shouldn’t wear you out when your schedule is this full.” Then, without a hint of emotion, he added, “Tell your maid
EVELYNThe royal garden was bathed in the golden hues of the afternoon sun, the crisp air carrying the mingling scents of blooming roses and freshly turned earth. I found Aiden standing near the river, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. He wasn’t alone.Leila was beside him, waving her hands animatedly as she spoke, her excitement evident. It seemed she was sharing something with him, and though Aiden nodded in response with a faint smile, his attention was clearly elsewhere. He looked distracted.Sensing my approach, Leila turned, her face lighting up. “Evelyn!” she called cheerfully. I returned her smile and quickened my steps toward them.Oh, I nearly forgot to mention—Leila was alive. Or, more accurately, she had been resurrected, along with Addison Madden and Skyla Fox.After Augus’s death, Sylvia had used the shattered sapphire, which contained the heart blood of all three, to perform a resurrection spell. And it had worked. But of course, it wasn’t as simple as it sounde
EVELYNMy coronation was set for a week after Cole officially announced that he had marked me, and that I had marked him in return. At least, that was the version he presented to the Lords and officials. If he had told them the truth—that I had marked him first—he might have sent half the council into cardiac arrest. They would have called it a disgrace to the monarchy, or worse.Naturally, many were displeased with my ascension. They resented the fact that I would wield actual power, something few queens in Hescor’s history had ever done—especially after my supposed punishment as a traitor. They also despised that my family’s name had been cleared and that my father had been reinstated to his former status.But all those objections amounted to nothing more than a few grumbles. The main attention remained fixed on the shocking revelation of Marcel Fox’s treason and rebellion. Solid evidence proved that he had been smuggling precious stones and stealing minerals from Windsburn—not to m
EVELYNWe shared kisses in the darkness. My mind was blurred by the lingering dizziness of my long unconsciousness and the feverish heat of my body.I felt overheated and out of control. I felt as though I was going to evaporate into the air, like morning dew dissolving beneath the warmth of the rising sun.“Evelyn…” Cole mumbled when my hand moved down his abs, toward the hardened part of him. He caught my fingers, lacing them with his own, stopping me. Then he pulled away slightly.I stared at him, still dazed, subconsciously yearning to close the distance again. He looked mortified, and I could see the flush on his face, but his eyes shone with a sharp spike of desire.“I should call a healer to check on you,” he said.“Why?” I murmured, titling my head almost mischievously. “Can’t you check for yourself?”I guided his hand beneath the thin fabric of my night garment, gliding his touch along the curves of my breasts. His gaze darkened, the fire within it flaring.His breath hitched
EVELYNMaybe I should have told you more about how everything ended—how Augus’s corpse dissipated on the wind, how the puppets regained their sanity, horrified to found themselves scattered in the dark forest with no memory of how they’d gotten there, and how we left that place and returned to Halian.I wish I could tell you everything, but I couldn’t. After killing Augus and breaking his spell, I fell into a deep coma for three days. All I can share are the fragments of what I experienced in my unconscious state.Three days of floating in a beautiful paradise beneath a perfect, round full moon. T hree days surrounded by flowers in full bloom and bathed in warm sunlight. Pups frolicked around me, laughing and playing with mischievous grins, their faces full of innocent joy. Though they didn’t seem to notice me—as if I were invisible—I shared in their carefree happiness.For a time, I almost forgot where I came from, and I wished I could stay there forever.But on the last day, I met h
EVELYN“You won’t,” Augus said with smug confidence. “Unless you want to see your lover buried in blood.” His thumb pressed against my artery in a way that made my skin crawl, and he demanded, “Return the dagger.”Cole’s stare darkened. The dagger gleamed in his hand, its blue aura enveloping him like a divine fragrance. It was at that moment that I truly felt the full force of his wizard’s blood. With Augus’s dagger in his hand, it was the perfect opportunity to destroy this vile wizard.But Cole hesitated. His gaze flickered toward me, and his jaw tightened. “You’re nothing without the dagger,” he replied sharply.Augus laughed. “Try me,” he sneered, and I felt his nail dig into my skin. “Such a beautiful neck. What a pity to lose such a lovely prize.”My heart lurched. I didn’t believe Augus had the strength to kill me—my neck was tough, and my teeth sharp—but the feeling of being gripped there, of being so utterly vulnerable, was terrifying.“And even though you have it now, you c
EVELYNEven the weakest creatures can be lethal when they strike together.Show me what you can do to the rebels of your people.Augus’s words echoed in my mind.He was driving us into a corner.The longer we were bogged down by the civilian puppets, the less chance we had to turn the tide. Exhaustion would soon cripple us, and once we could no longer land a significant blow, Augus would appear, reaping the fruit of his successful scheme. Or the exhaustion might push us to the edge of our nerves, to break through, to slaughter.I stared at the puppets swarming toward me like bloodlusters catching the scent of flesh, and my temple throbbed with the weight of my assumption.Not only did I know we would never be ready to take innocent lives to secure victory, but even if we did, Cole’s reign would buckle under the weight of the people’s fury. The low-borns already loathed the high-borns. What would they do if they learned that the King had slain his own people – those who couldn’t even h