Chapter 63: The Dead Boy's MotherLucian's voice echoed inside the room as he called out for his guards."Take this boy away!” he commanded out of anger as his men immediately made their way to take Liam out of the room."Don't hurt him! No! Liam!" Isabel cried out, trying to reach her son as he was being taken away. Liam cried out to his mother, his voice filled with fear and desperation."Mother! Please, help me!" Liam's small voice echoed in the room, his eyes wide with terror as the guards pulled him away."Take him to the dungeon with his father!" Lucian added, his voice cold and resolute.Isabel's heart shattered at those words. She fell to her knees, her hands reaching out in a desperate plea. “Please, no! Not Liam! He’s just a child! Don’t do this, Lucian, I beg you!”Lucian’s face remained impassive, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. “You have defied me, Isabel. This is the consequence of your actions.”She crawled towards Lucian, tears streami
Chapter 64: Threat to the ThroneThe sun shone brightly over the courtyard as the sun rays touched on the lush green grass where Julian played. Victoria watched him from a shaded bench while her eyes followed his every move. Julian's laughter echoed through the courtyard as he chased a butterfly, his small feet pattering on the cobblestone path.Julian’s hair gleamed in the sunlight, its dark trands catching the light as he darted around, his arms outstretched in pursuit of the elusive butterfly. His laughter rang out with pure and unburdened sound that filled the courtyard with life. Victoria’s heart swelled with love as she watched him, her lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. She marveled at how much Julian had grown. Just a few years ago, he had been a helpless infant in her arms, and now he was a lively boy full of curiosity and energy. Her thoughts drifted to the times Lucian had looked at Julian, his gaze distant and cold. He stared at their son as if he knew something was
Chapter 65: The unloved sonJulian stood on the balcony of his room, peering down at the serene pond below. The stillness of the water was broken only by the occasional ripple caused by fish swimming just beneath the surface. Bored and restless, Julian picked up a handful of small rocks by the neaby plant pot and began tossing them into the pond, watching the splashes and the ensuing ripples with mild amusement.Thwack. Another stone hit the water, sending concentric circles outward.Thwack.Thwack.Julian sighed, his own loneliness pressing down on his young shoulders. He turned to one of the servants who stood discreetly nearby, ever watchful."When will mother return? What is taking her so long?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of impatience. "I’m bored of waiting."The servant who was an older woman with kind eyes, stepped forward slightly, her expression sympathetic. "Her Majesty is attending to some important matters, Your Highness. She should return shortly. Perhaps there i
Chapter 1: Dear MotherThe kingdom of Montebello awoke under a sky streaked with the hues of dawn. The golden light spilled into the busy slums where Isabel lived. As she completed her daily household chores, the warm morning sun touched her pale skin and her icy blue eyes sparkled with every splash of water as she stomped on the fabrics soaking in the wooden basin.Despite her humble beginnings, Isabel embraced her life with gratitude, which was a fruition to the lessons her mother had imparted. Although Isabel was uneducated, she was wise enough to find joy in the simple things and never grumbled about their status in society’s hierarchy. Her appreciation for her mother's sacrifices was boundless that she often expressed it in songs of love and gratitude during times of scarcity.Her father was a subject shrouded in silence. A past her mother never spoke of, and Isabel never pressed. She understood enough to harbor a deep, personal hatred for the pain her existence had caused her mo
Chapter 2: A Daughter's HeartIsabel who was ever observant, notices the weariness etched in her mother's eyes."Did you manage any rest at work?" Isabel inquired, her voice laced with concern."Very little," Teressa admitted, "but I don’t mind. It is heartening to witness such joy and celebration."Isabel nodded and felt relieved that her mother found comfort to her hard work. "I finished the laundry and tidied up. Mrs. Hawthorne stopped by with fresh bread.""That was kind of her," Teressa said with her eyes brightening. "Mrs. Hawthorne always looks out for us.""Indeed," Isabel agreed. "She also gave me some advice on mending clothes. I believe I am improving."Teressa smiled, gently squeezing Isabel’s hand. "You are doing wonderfully, Isabel. I am immensely proud of you."Isabel blushed. "Thank you, Mother. I just want to ease your burdens.""You do more than enough," Teressa assured her. "I am grateful every day for you. How was your day, dear?""It was good. Busy, but I like to
Chapter 3: Mrs. Hawthorne the kind soulIsabel returned from another long day of searching for work, but nobody seemed willing to hire someone like her who is skilled only in household chores. Downhearted, she trudged home with the burdens of rejection slumped on her shoulders.As the late afternoon shadows began to lengthen, Isabel decided to visit the small clinic where her mother had been temporarily confined. She took a deep breath and smiled, hoping to bring some comfort and cheer to Teressa.Isabel entered her mother’s room quietly with the soft rustling of her skirts the only sound. Teressa stirred as her eyes opened slowly. She immediately shifted and smiled to the sight of her daughter.“Good evening, Mother,” Isabel whispered, leaning down to kiss Teressa’s forehead.Teressa spoke weakly. “Good evening, my dear. How did your day fare?”“I managed,” Isabel replied in her gentle voice. “How do you feel?”“A bit better,” Teressa said, her voice still frail. “But very tired.”Is
Chapter 4: Isabel's Journey to the PalaceIsabel's POVThe next morning, I woke early and dressed carefully. I chose my best attire and packed my few belongings into a small bundle. Today was the day I would travel to the palace, carrying the letter that could change mine and my mother’s lives.With my bundle in hand, I made my way to the small clinic where my mother was recovering. As I approached the room, I saw Mrs. Hawthorne already there, attending to mother with her usual kindness.Despite all the hardships we had faced, I couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming gratitude. Even in these dire circumstances, we were blessed to have people like Mrs. Hawthorne who cared about us and were willing to help.“Good morning,” I greeted softly, stepping inside.Mrs. Hawthorne looked up and smiled warmly. “Good morning, Isabel. You look ready for your journey.”“I am,” I replied, though my voice trembled slightly. I turned to my mother, who was sitting up in bed, looking stronger than befor
Chapter 5: Eliza, the head housekeeperIsabel's POVThen, as I finally arrived and stood in front of the palace gates, I was struck by the sight of a long line of maidens, each holding a letter identical to the one Mrs. Hawthorne had given me. My heart sank slightly as I realized that they, too, were here seeking work, each one probably with a story similar to mine—a family to support or dreams of a better life.The grandeur of the palace loomed before us, its tall gates and imposing walls were the very contrast to the humble homes we had left behind. I clutched my letter tightly, feeling a both nervous and determination. The other maidens in line looked just as apprehensive, their faces mirroring the same blend of hope and anxiety that I felt.I couldn't help but wonder about their stories. Were they also daughters of struggling families, sent here with the hope of securing a stable income? Did they also have loved ones depending on them, waiting anxiously for good news? The thought