Chapter 75: I would rather die“You cannot take anything from me,” she mumbled, her voice a strained whisper against the weight of her suffering. “I will fight you even to the last of my breath.”Her fingers grasped the reins weakly as she tried to mount the horse again, but the effort was futile. The horse which was spooked by her sudden collapse and the chaos of the chase, whinnied nervously, its hooves shifting uneasily.Isabel grit her teeth against the pain as she forced herself off the horse, her movements slow and labored. She stumbled onto the ground with her hands dragging across the cool, damp earth as she attempted to rise. Her strength was nearly spent, but the fire of defiance burned brightly in her heart.With a valiant effort, she took a few shaky steps toward the darkened forest, her eyes set on the shadows that promised concealment and, perhaps, a fleeting chance at freedom. Each step was a struggle, her legs trembling under the strain of her injury, but she pressed o
Chapter 76Tristan stared down at his own reflection in the flowing waters of the river. His body was still bruised and wounded from the relentless punishments he had endured in the dungeon. It has been three days and yet the pain and exhaustion remained so intense that Tristan couldn't recall the last time he had a moment of true rest.*Flashback*Tristan’s body tensed as the first lash struck his back, a searing pain slicing through him like fire. He bit down hard, refusing to cry out, even as the leather whip tore into his skin. The soldiers who were loyal to King Lucian, showed no mercy. Each strike was brutal and it cut through his skin as another lash came down, followed by another. Tristan’s body trembled under the relentless onslaught, but his resolve remained unbroken. He had protected Isabel, given her a chance at freedom away from the palace’s oppressive grip. For that, he would endure any punishment.The lashes continued, each one carving a path of agony across his back.
Chapter 77: Is the boy mine?~"When the time is right, I shall ascend to the throne, and you shall serve me, Sir Gayle. Should Isabel bear a child, be it a boy or a girl, it matters not. Your foremost duty is to protect the child at all costs. However, if the child should perish, you are to abort the mission." Princess Leticia’s voice was steady as Sir Gayle kept his head bowed, listening intently."I shall see to it that Isabel is freed from the dungeon, and you shall take her far from the palace. You must wed her before her condition becomes apparent. If possible, win her affections to ensure her past feelings for the king do not hinder our plans." She paused, taking a step closer to the knight. "You know well that Victoria was already with child before she set foot in our kingdom. I shall not permit her to claim the crown that rightfully belonged to my mother. She may have deceived my foolish brother, but she shall not deceive me. I will claim both the crown and the throne, and y
Chapter 78: It was the Queen"Speak, Victoria! Is Julian my son?!" Lucian roared, his voice echoing through the throne room. Victoria flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror. The ministers were equally stunned, witnessing Lucian’s fury, and sensing the potential for violence.Victoria stammered, "Y-yes, Your Majesty. Julian is your son. How could he not be yours?" Her attempt to defend herself only revealed the tremor in her voice.Lucian’s gaze flickered to Head Minister Marlowe, catching a subtle exchange of glances. A cold realization settled over him as he understood the depths of the deceit surrounding him. His shoulders dropped, and his eyes grew icy. He could feel the betrayal from those closest to the crown."From now on," he declared, his voice low but deadly serious, "Prince Julian will have strict studies. He will not be allowed to play, nor leave his chambers. He will be moved to the southern wing of the palace. The Queen herself will not be allowed to see the child."
Chapter 79: Hope "Tell me everything you know," Lucian commanded.The man nodded, bowing his head. "Aye, sire," he replied, his voice steadying with effort."I was among the guards on duty that day, Your Majesty. You ordered us to escort the boy to his chambers, but as we were en route, the queen appeared unexpectedly."At the mention of the queen, Lucian's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with disdain."She informed us that you, sire, had instructed her to fetch the boy to play with Prince Julian. We dared not question her authority, so we handed the boy over to her men. After that, we heard a woman wailing in the courtyard.""That was Isabel, crying and clutching the bloodied garments of my son," Lucian murmured, startling the guard."Your Majesty? Prince Julian was harmed?" the guard asked, his ignorance evident.Lucian's gaze was piercing. "That boy you held was the rightful heir to my crown. My firstborn."The king's words struck the guard like a blow. His breath shuddered as h
Chapter 80: DivulgenceLucian stood frozen as the guard's revelation echoed in his mind. His son might still be alive. Only one person could be responsible for his disappearance. Without another word, he bolted from the courtyard, his mind racing as he made his way to the palace dungeons."Where is that knight?!" Lucian's voice thundered through the dim corridors, startling the prison guards. They responded with confused looks, unsure of his intent."Sire?" one managed to stammer."Open the gates!" Lucian demanded, not pausing to explain. He charged down the rows of cells, his eyes scanning each one for Tristan.But cell after cell revealed nothing."Are these all the cells in here?" he demanded, turning to the guard trailing behind him."Yes, sire," the guard confirmed.Lucian took a deep breath as a sense of relief washed over him. He chuckled quietly, covering his mouth as the realization dawned on him. Suddenly, his quiet laughter erupted into a jubilant roar."My son is alive! Ha
Chapter 81: Lucian the RuthlessLucian Devereaux, firstborn of King Alaric Devereaux, had known from the earliest moments of his consciousness that his destiny was set. The kingdom’s tradition dictated that the firstborns would be sent to battle the moment they turned fifteen. For Lucian, this was not a distant fate but a reality that shaped his entire upbringing.From the tender age of five, Lucian was introduced to the world of combat. His father, King Alaric, had been a formidable warrior himself, and he ensured that his son was trained to surpass even his own legendary prowess. Lucian’s days were filled with relentless drills, swordsmanship lessons, and brutal sparring sessions. He learned to wield a sword before he could properly read, and his instructors were unyielding, pushing him to the brink of his endurance.By the time he reached fifteen, Lucian had become a fearsome figure, his body honed to perfection and his mind steeled against fear and hesitation. He had been trained
Chapter 82: RegretsThe sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the quiet fishing village. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore was suddenly broken by a frantic shout."Help! Someone, please help!" a young boy yelled, his voice high and urgent as he ran down the beach, pointing toward the shoreline. Villagers who heard the boy were initially startled and quickly turned their attention to where he was indicating.The villagers hesitated as they saw what the child was pointing at. A woman with light golden hair tangled with seaweed lay motionless on the sand with her body marked by wounds and bruises. They stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with shock and uncertainty."Who is she?" one of them murmured, breaking the uneasy silence."I don't know," another replied, glancing around nervously. "Should we help her?""She might be dead," someone else whispered, stepping back slightly. The crowd's reluctance grew, whispers and murmurs spreading a