Yuna continued to massage Lisandra's scalp, and asked softly, "Your Highness, General Stellwyn has agreed to retreat his troops. How do you plan to handle Penny?""Are you trying to plead for her?"Yuna hesitated, then said, "She tried to harm you, Your Highness, which is an unforgivable crime. But there are so few women in the court, and Penny at least had the potential for promotion. People like us probably won't get another chance to rise. Is there any way you could give her another opportunity?"Lisandra's gaze was as cold as ice. "She has no chance left.""She only wanted to avenge Prince Arthur—""Yuna Rutherford!" Lisandra pushed her hand away and warned coldly, "If you truly think her position is so hard to come by, then you shouldn't be pleading for her. Do you remember how hard we've fought to get here? One misstep could ruin everything. Even the smallest mistake would be enough for others to tear us down, especially for her—she should have been more careful than anyone!
Aurora trembled. Of course, she would never forget these two villages.She took a sharp breath, her elbows pushing against the ground as she crawled forward, moving slowly. "N-No, I won't go! You said you were taking me back to Westhaven's capital, didn't you?""Of course we are." Yuna's expression was cold as ice. "We'll just bring your head back. It's simpler that way."Aurora's eyes widened in terror, and her hands gripped the iron bars weakly. "No! Please, don't take me to Grapevine Village! Take me to the capital. Kill me in front of the prince's grave!"Yuna's face twisted with hatred. "What makes you think you're worthy to reach the prince's grave? Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. Do you really believe your coward of a husband will come to save you? Stop fooling yourself—he won't come.""No, you've got it all wrong!" Aurora's eyes darted nervously. "I truly regret my actions. I shouldn't have used such cruel methods against the people of Fawnrun City. I
Yuna walked toward Yasmine and Penny, the lamp in her hand casting a soft glow.Penny wasn't detained, but she knew what awaited her. She wasn't afraid of death. As long as she could see Aurora torn apart, she would die without regret."I've already told her. She's terrified," Yuna said, her gaze briefly flicking over Penny's face before resting on Yasmine."Let her experience the fear of death," Yasmine replied with a cool tone."When she dies, I'll die in peace," Penny said, taking a deep breath as tears flooded from her eyes like a broken dam."You didn't have to die," Yasmine retorted. "We were set on taking Aurora, but you had to go and mess things up."Penny wiped her tears. "I don't regret it. Even if I had to choose again, I'd do the same."A flicker of annoyance passed across Yuna's eyes. "You're still saying that? If you don't think you've done anything wrong, why bother pretending to regret it in front of Her Highness?"The night wind rustled Penny's cloak and dishev
All the eyes filled with anger and hatred seemed to merge into blazing flames, flames so hot they felt as if they could scorch her. At that instant, Aurora felt as though she were being roasted alive. Fear squeezed her chest, almost crushing her heart. Her entire body was wracked with pain.The cries of the crowd rang out like thunder. "Kill her! Kill this demon and offer her as a sacrifice to the spirits of the villagers she slaughtered!"Aurora trembled uncontrollably, unable to hold herself together. She curled into a ball in the cage, too terrified to open her eyes and face them. The sounds of shouting and violence filled the air around her.Leroy raised his arm. "Move aside, everyone! Clear a path! We're taking this prisoner to the grave pit. Once there, I will release her, and you can do as you wish with her. But…" He paused, his voice taking on a sharp edge. "One thing—her head must be left intact. We need to bring it back to the capital to report to the king. You can
The grave pit was a large grave mound. It was as high as a small mountain, and there was a big tombstone standing on it, engraved with many names.Aurora's terror reached its peak, her throat releasing sharp, desperate screams for help.One of the guards opened the cage door and grabbed her by the hair. Then, he yanked her out and tossed her onto the ground. Aurora felt a wave of pain flood through her body; she curled up, trying to crawl away.The guard immediately seized her hair again and dragged her toward the grave mound, shoving her against the tombstone. He pointed to the names carved on it and roared, "Do you even recognize these names? You don't understand, do you? They're all the people you killed!"Aurora shook her head frantically, gasping, "N-No, it wasn't me—"Before she could finish, the enraged villagers surged forward.Her screams cut through the crowd, echoing in the valley, sending birds scattering in fear.Black clouds gathered from all sides, quickly blottin
Barrett gasped for air, his chest tightening as though gripped by a massive hand, making it impossible to breathe."What's wrong with you?" Viola had been woken by the commotion. She looked at him sitting up, clearly in a daze. "Another nightmare?" she asked impatiently.Lately, he had been having nightmares every night. Viola couldn't help but wonder how much guilt weighed on him to make it happen so often. What frustrated her most was that he often called out Aurora's name during these nightmares.When he didn't respond, still clutching his chest and gasping for breath, she sneered, "Dreaming about Aurora again? Did she die in this one too?""She's dead," Barrett murmured, his face drenched with either sweat or tears—it was hard to tell. "It felt so real... I dreamt that the villagers hacked her to death. She died miserably. Her head was severed, and there was blood everywhere. Her body...was torn apart."Hearing him say this in the middle of the night made Viola's skin crawl.
Barrett ignored Viola. He staggered to his feet and stumbled up the stone steps to the door.Inside, it was pitch black. He fumbled around for a long while before finding the matchstick and lighting a lamp. The tiny, flickering light cast dancing shadows across the room in Blessed Haven.The place was bare. The furniture—simple, everyday pieces—offered no comfort. The only things of value were the doors and windows that had been reinforced with ironwood.He sat there, dazed, as Viola continued to rant outside.She yelled for a while, but Barrett didn't respond. After a moment, Viola snapped in a burst of frustration, "If you're still thinking of the past, then there's no need for us to keep wasting time. Let's get a divorce."The word "divorce" struck Barrett like a blow, pulling him out of the suffocating memories he had been lost in. He looked up—but the dim light couldn't reach his eyes, which were lost in shadow. "Divorce?" he repeated."Yes!" Viola shouted, throwing her
Viola's life had been a mess lately.Barrett was incompetent and careless with his duties, which made the king dislike him. To make matters worse, someone actually went to Skye Embroidery at this time. Amelia, a woman Viola had always looked down on, had a workshop named after her even after her death.To make things worse, Viola's sister-in-law was spreading rumors that Amelia's death was somehow connected to her. It made Skye Embroidery feel like a thorn lodged in her throat, uncomfortable and irksome.Then there was Serena. She had been sent back to her family by the Marquis of Ironridge's family, and she should've been keeping a low profile. Instead, she was acting as if nothing had changed. She walked around as arrogant as ever, her head always held high as though she were too good for everyone. It was infuriating.And now Serena, of all people, was trying to find another husband. It was laughable! She had once mocked women who were divorced, first targeting Carissa and then
"Elise, must your mouth run on without end?" Carissa frowned at her daughter, who had been chattering away beside Ryan from the moment he stepped through the door.The little girl's face was flushed from the sun, her hair tangled into a messy nest that made it clear she had only just returned from playing outdoors. She hadn't stopped talking since Ryan came back from his travels, pestering him with questions about what he had seen and done.Elise turned to Carissa with wide eyes, looking up with a face so innocent it could soften stone. She truly had inherited the best features from both her parents."Mom, I haven't seen Ryan in such a long time. Every moment without him felt like an eternity. We've been apart for so long, so of course I have a lot to say to him."Carissa's frown deepened. "And who taught you to speak in such a ridiculous manner? An eternity—where did that come from?""Sage Isaac said it to Aunt Violet. He went back to Meadow Ridge for a few days and said it to her
Though Ryan had told Cecil he was going on a journey, he didn't stay long at Eldermere Keep. After just seven days, he left and made his way to the Pathfinders Guild.He had initially planned to return to the capital to seek out Claire, but soon reconsidered. Instead of troubling her, he thought it best to directly ask Winona to teach him the art of disguise.It was not difficult to learn, but to do it well—to the point where no one could tell—was another matter. Such skill could not be acquired in just a few months.The simpler form of disguise involved merely altering one's features with makeup and slight adjustments to the face. This was fine for ordinary situations, but could easily be seen through in more challenging circumstances, like on a rainy day for instance.Therefore, Ryan knew he couldn't settle for such a basic method.The more advanced form of disguise involved creating a mask as a false face. However, these masks had their own set of problems. They were thick, unco
That evening, Ryan and Clarence sat by candlelight and spoke quietly. They avoided discussing court politics as Clarence had no interest in such matters. As long as the kingdom was peaceful, that was enough for him.He was no longer the eldest prince of Starhaven, and only had himself to look after now. Everything else had faded into the past.It was better not to speak of politics; it was too sensitive a topic. In his younger years, Clarence hadn't understood why his "death" was so tied to such matters. But over the years, Sebastian had explained everything to him, bit by bit, including the risks and consequences.The bond between Clarence and Cecil was not without affection. However, to gamble with one's life and future for the sake of family might not be the wisest choice for any of them.Clarence had come to terms with it. Life had to go on; it was better to live it well today than to wonder about tomorrow."Aunt Carissa said you're no longer able to stand, but you were walking
The azaleas of Eldermere Keep bloomed in a riot of color, spreading across the hills in a blaze of purple and red. The sight was enough to dazzle anyone who set eyes upon it, especially those who had never visited this secluded place. It was the kind of beauty that made one long to stay forever.Yet, there was one exception.A young man rode his horse to the base of the mountain, dismounted, and secured his steed. Without a glance at the dazzling scene around him, he began to walk the path up the mountain, his gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead.The vivid azaleas stretched out along either side of the path, reaching out as if to claim him, but he merely brushed them aside with a casual swipe of his hand.His pace was swift, and he occasionally used his Lightfoot Skill. Eldermere Keep was not high up, but its location was well-hidden, with many winding paths leading in. However, he had studied the map countless times before embarking on this journey, so the route to the keep was et
Rafael glanced at the robe. "Isn't that mine? Are you saying I've gotten fat? I'm not fat.""Oh, is it yours? It's too long, then. I'll have someone alter it for me," Carissa replied casually.Rafael shook his head. "If you want something loose, just have someone make it for you. Why bother altering my old clothes? It's not even comfortable.""I'm going to Meadow Ridge for a year. Wearing your clothes will make it feel like you're still with me," Carissa said with a bright smile, as if the idea of being apart for a year was no more serious than being apart for a day."A year?" Rafael looked shocked. "You're going back for a whole year? Why?""Well, of course, my mentor misses me, and I miss him too," Carissa replied, placing her hands on her hips as she handed the robe to Lulu, who was standing by with a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh."But I won't leave right away. Since Ryan is about to inherit the duke's title, I'll wait until that's settled before I go back to Meado
On the 13th day of winter, Salvador suddenly woke up feeling clearer than before. Saying he was hungry, he specifically asked for beef stew and milk pastries.Derek hurried to make the necessary arrangements. When the food arrived, Octavia sat by the bed as she had done many times before, ready to feed him. But Salvador insisted he wanted to sit up to eat himself.Derek gently helped the king sit up, placing a soft cushion behind him to support his back. Salvador had grown so thin that he seemed to be nothing but skin and bones. His body slouched as he sat, so Derek had to kneel beside the bed, holding his waist to keep him steady.Salvador finished an entire bowl of stew, eating it all without leaving a single bit behind. Then, he picked up a small milk pastry. But after a bite, he felt a little nauseous, so he didn't eat any more.Sebastian sent word to Victoria. After a brief conversation, her face turned pale and tears started to fall almost immediately. Though she had tried to
Once back at the palace, Salvador was unable to rise from his bed. Sebastian spoke briefly with him, hinting that he didn't have much time left. If there was anyone he wished to see, it should be done as soon as possible.The first person Salvador wanted to see was, of course, Victoria."That child… When he saw me, he couldn't stop asking about you. You didn't love him in vain, Mom," Salvador murmured, his voice weak.Victoria sighed deeply. "How cruel... his life must be lived hidden away in the mountains, never able to leave. Is there truly no hope for his legs?""I believe there is no hope," Salvador replied softly, his lips pale and drained of color. "But as I was leaving, he said, 'Dad, once I've learned enough medicine, I'll cure you. I'll make you better.'"Victoria's heart ached. "What a good child."Salvador's gaze drifted to the ceiling, his voice barely a whisper as he repeated, "Yes, he is a good child."After speaking with Victoria, Salvador asked Rafael to bring in
Salvador had temporarily settled at Eldermere Keep. The place was filled with every kind of medicine, yet his illness had reached a point where no remedy could ease his suffering.Still, staying there brought him peace. It was as if he had finally set down a heavy burden and could now live as an ordinary father. He spent each day with his son, sharing simple moments together.Carissa was allowed to visit and spend some time with Connor. He asked her about Ryan, specifically inquiring whether he had made any new friends."Ryan has no other friends but you. He always thinks about you," she reassured with a smile, thinking the eldest prince might be jealous.Connor was quiet for a long while, his expression tinged with guilt. Finally, with a deep sadness in his eyes, he softly said, "I have friends now, like Otto. Ryan should have his own friends too. I always think about him, but... I don't think I'll ever see him again."Carissa gently patted his head and smiled. "The future is lon
After the sun set behind the mountains, the temperature began to drop. Salvador had been carried up the mountain, but now, he was carrying Connor on his back as they made their way back into the estate.Connor had his arms tightly wrapped around Salvador's thin shoulders, and he couldn't stop the tears from falling. This was a scene he had never even dared to dream of. Not only had he never imagined being carried by his father, but even something as simple as having his father gently pat his head had always seemed like an impossible wish.But his father was so thin; there was no flesh on his back at all. How had he become so frail?Carissa and the others waited outside the gates. Not even Galen had been allowed in. Only Salvador's most loyal attendants, those who had carried the litter, were permitted to enter. The others, of course, were kept away from Connor. They all believed that Salvador had come to Eldermere Keep solely to recover from his illness.The estate itself was full