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
Chapter 83: The Blue-Eyed EmpressTristan took a deep breath as he downed a shot of the strongest drink the pub had to offer. His eyes were bloodshot from drunkenness, and his movements were groggy and unsteady. He was a mess.His words slurred as he conversed with the other drunken men, their laughter and banter a dull roar in the background. As he stared into the transparent glass that held his drink, the image of Isabel reflected back at him. His breath hitched at the sight."Oh, Isabel... I miss you..." he muttered, gripping the shot glass tightly, as if trying to hide the reflection of the woman who had broken his heart.His hardened emotions began to crack as memories of Isabel flooded his mind. He remembered the times she had opened her heart to him, offering her love unconditionally. But he had coldheartedly rejected and dismissed her feelings, too consumed by his own fears and ambitions.Now, the weight of his regrets bore down on him, and the alcohol only intensified his sor
Chapter 84: Ilyana ArcherEmpress Ilyana was startled awake by a sudden crack of thunder that rattled the windows of the imperial palace. The storm outside mirrored the unrest brewing within her as she heard the cries of her newborn daughter. Groaning softly, she reached out for her husband, Alistair, only to find his side of the bed cold and empty. There was a sense of unease that was settling in her chest, but she pushed it aside, determined to tend to her child.With a sigh, she reached for the lamp on the bedside table, its soft glow illuminating her delicate features. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and stepped into the dimly lit corridor. The sound of rain lashing against the palace walls mingled with the cries of her baby, guiding her steps toward the nursery.As she approached the door to the nursing chamber, Ilyana felt a strange tension in the air. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob, before pushing it open. The scene before her made her
Chapter 85: DawnThe day Isabel's eyes fluttered open turned out to only be a mere reflex rather than true consciousness. For a few days, her body remained in a state of suspended animation, her mind drifting between the veil of unconsciousness and the haze of awakening. And so she remained in the healer's hut.Until the day finally came for her to awaken. Isabel's eyelids trembled and slowly opened.At first, her vision was a swirl of blurred colors and shapes. But then the grandeur of her surroundings gradually came into focus: walls adorned with rich tapestries, golden accents gleaming in the light, and intricate designs that spoke of wealth and power. As Isabel’s senses sharpened, a wave of panic swept over her. The realization of her unfamiliar surroundings hit her like a thunderclap.In her frantic state, she attempted to move, only to be seized by a sharp, searing pain. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clenched her teeth against the discomfort as a low groan escaped her