Chapter 91The moon cast its silver glow over the palace as Myra, cloaked and silent, sneaked out in the dead of night, unaware that Baron had keen eyes on her every move. Her steps were calculated, avoiding the creaky floorboards, and she disappeared into the shadows.Finally free from the confines of the palace, Myra made her way towards the cave of waters. Breathing heavily, Myra approached the cave and saw the figures standing there, patiently waiting for her. Aeron, unable to control his excitement, rushed forward. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, "Myra, are you alright? I was so worried." But before he could finish his sentence, Myra cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss, drawing him into the intensity of the moment.Aeron's surprise quickly gave way to reciprocation as he pulled her closer, surrendering to the fire that ignited between them. Their hearts beat in rhythm, lost in the moment, until Pelenore's throat clearing abruptly interrupted their kiss. Break
Chapter 92Baron sat on his bed, a weariness etched across his face. A flicker of sadness clouded his eyes as he gazed at the portrait of Myra, his heart heavy with memories. He had hoped that after all this time, the feelings he once had for her would have dissipated, but being so close to her the previous night had only served to reignite his emotions.As he held the portrait in his hands, his fingers gently caressing its edges, Baron's mind traveled back to the time when they had been close. It was the first night Myra had spent in the palace, and Baron happened to be passing by her chamber when he heard her scream. Without a second thought, he flung the door open and rushed in, finding her trembling and weeping on the bed. Her words, "He wants to kill me," echoed through the room.Driven by instinct, Baron pulled her into a comforting embrace, holding her close as he whispered soothing words in her ear. He sat by her side, gently rocking her until the tears subsided and she calmed
Chapter 93Aeron and Pelenore dismounted from their horses, finding a concealed spot in a bushy area. The air hung heavy with tension as they sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the perilous path that lay ahead.Aeron broke the quietude, his gaze fixed on Pelenore, "Do I really have to do this? Once we cross this border, there's no telling what Voldemort will do to us."Pelenore, looking at Aeron with a scoff, corrected him, "Say you. There's no telling what he'd do to you. You're the one he has a grudge against, not me."Aeron sighed, feeling the weight of the impending confrontation. He looked at Pelenore and remarked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" A playful smile crept up on Pelenore's aged face, and he admitted, "A little bit."Shaking his head, Aeron let out another sigh, resigning himself to the inevitable. "Let's go then."Pelenore, as if to remind Aeron of the stakes, cautioned him, "Remember, no matter what happens, do not fight back."As they crossed the border,
Chapter 94Oswald sat by the window in his chamber, his eyes fixed on the courtyard below. From his vantage point, he could see Myra and Baron strolling together, laughing and chatting. The sight filled him with a mix of longing and resentment. Myra had been his closest confidant, his dearest friend, and his unrequited love. But ever since his unforgivable actions had tainted their relationship, she had distanced herself from him. They still talked occasionally, but it lacked the warmth and intimacy he craved.Baron, on the other hand, seemed to have effortlessly slid into the role that Oswald had always longed for. That familiarity and closeness they shared burned Oswald with an intense jealousy. He couldn't fathom how Baron, knowing full well of Oswald's feelings for Myra, would dare to pursue her. It made no sense to him. It felt like a betrayal.Lost in his thoughts, Oswald was startled by a sudden knock on the door. He turned to see a maiden standing in the entrance, bowing respe
Chapter 95Myra sat in her chambers, the room seemingly closing in on her as she tried to process the shocking information she had just learned. She couldn't believe that Oswald, the man she had once loved and trusted, could have the heart to kill. Her mind raced with thoughts about the safety of her one-year-old daughter, Allistar. She glanced at the sleeping child, her heart pounding with fear. Wouldn't Oswald want to hurt the child simply because she was Aeron's?As she sat in silence, her thoughts interrupted by the sound of her name being called. Myra looked around but saw no one. Confusion filled her eyes as she tried to identify the source of the voice. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the mirror on the wall. A soft glow emanated from it, drawing her closer.Approaching the mirror cautiously, Myra's eyes widened as she saw the reflection of Pelenore, a great wizard, appearing in the glass. She instinctively bowed slightly, showing respect as she greeted him, "Great Wizard."
Chapter 96Myra emerged from Baron's chamber with a shy smile on her face. She felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering as she turned to him, her gratitude bubbling over. "Thank you, Baron, for always answering my call no matter when it comes." she says softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without youBaron smiled warmly at her. "Myra, it's always my pleasure to help you. You know I will always be there for you, no matter what."As Myra and Baron exchanged these words, Oswald stood in the shadows, watching them. His eyes narrowed with a mix of jealously, anger, and pain. Myra was aware of his presence, but she pretended not to notice. With a sly glint in her eyes, she leaned in and hugged Baron tightly, knowing that her actions would only stoke the flames of Oswald's jealousy.As she released Baron and left, Myra took slow, purposeful steps through the corridors of the palace. She knew that Oswald would follow her, and sure enough, she heard his
Chapter 97Simon stood in his chamber, preparing to retire for the night. As he settled down into his bed and closed his eyes, a knock on his chamber door startled him.Thinking it would be Oswald or Baron, Simon hurriedly made his way to the door and opened it, only to find Myra standing there. His breath caught in his throat, and he stuttered, trying to say something. But before he could utter a coherent word, Myra pushed past him and walked into the chamber.Confused and taken aback, Simon followed her. "Myra, I... I'm sorry. I should have told you that I followed you. I just couldn't imagine a life without you, and..." he began, desperately trying to explain himself.To his surprise, Myra burst into laughter. The sound was harsh and mocking, echoing through the chamber. She laughed for a while before abruptly stopping, then looked at Simon dead in the eye. "I wouldn't have bought that if I didn't know the truth," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.Simon's heart sank as he
Chapter 98"where is it?" He muttered under his breath, his breathing ragged and unsteady. As he paced his bedroom, he pulled open his drawers and searched through items stacked messily on the table."Ahrrrghhhh!" A frustrated groan escaped his lips."I know it's in here somewhere." He thought out loud, but he probably couldn't find it because the rage he felt had blurred his vision.Augustine was angry. No, he was livid and seething to the point that his entire being shook. He opened his wardrobe and found what he was searching for."Gotcha." He said in an eerie voice, his eyes darkening and focusing on the knife in his hands with clearly sharp edges "I didn't want it to come to this myra, but you forced my hand." His eyes didn't show any remorse though.He hid the knife in his cloak and stealthily left his room, shutting the door behind him and heading for Myra's room.Three gentle taps sounded on the door but no reply came from within. She was already asleep.Another knock, and t
EpilogueAeron laughed heartily as he tossed a colorful ball back and forth with Allistar in the living room, their playful banter filling the air with joy and warmth. Despite his initial hesitance, Aeron had eventually relented, allowing Myra to go to the grocery store while he stayed back to spend quality time with Allistar. Little did he know that an unexpected turn of events was about to unfold.As they played, Aeron got a mindlink from Myra, her urgent thoughts flooding his mind. "Aeron, the baby is coming. I'm in labor. Please come to the grocery store right away."The realization sank in, and a sense of urgency washed over Aeron. Without a moment's hesitation, he gathered the groceries they had bought and swiftly lifted Allistar into his arms, explaining the situation in a hurry."Come on, peaches, we have to go to the grocery store. It's time to meet your little brother," Aeron said with a mix of excitement and reassurance, his tone conveying the sense of anticipation that fil
Chapter 110The soft glow of evening cast a warm ambience in Aeron and Myra's cozy living room, the gentle flicker of candlelight dancing across the walls. Myra, her baby bump clearly visible now, sat on the couch, a look of frustration etched on her features. Aeron, sitting opposite her in an armchair, gazed at her with a mix of amusement and concern.Myra's mood had been unpredictable lately, a common symptom of her advancing pregnancy, and today was no exception. She fidgeted with the remote control, her brows furrowed as she struggled to find the perfect movie to watch, her emotions teetering on the edge."Aeron, I just can't find anything that feels right!" Myra exclaimed, her frustration palpable. Aeron tilted his head, suppressing a smile as he tried to hide his amusement, knowing well that pregnancy tantrums were a part of the journey ahead."I could help you look for something. What are you in the mood for?" Aeron offered, his voice calm and soothing.Myra sighed, her gaze fl
Chapter 109Myra and Aeron were in the midst of preparing breakfast when the joyous sound of little feet echoed in the kitchen. Allistar, their bright-eyed and adventurous four-year-old daughter, burst into the room, clutching a colorful painting in her tiny hands. Aeron's eyes lit up as he saw her approach, a warm smile embracing his features. "Daddy, look what I made!" Allistar exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.Myra shook her head with a tender smile, a gentle reproach in her voice. "Allistar, how many times will I tell you not to run in the house?" Allistar's eyes widened in innocence as she looked up at her mother. "But Daddy says I can run when I become a big girl. I just turned four, so I'm a big girl now," she protested with all the conviction of a child.Aeron scooped her up into his arms and twirled her around, his laughter filling the air. "Of course, you're a big girl, Allistar, and big girls also obey their mothers," he reminded her gently before setting her
Chapter 108As the golden sunlight bathed the palace garden in a warm glow, Aeron labored diligently, stirring pots and arranging fragrant bouquets under the vibrant canopy of blossoming trees. Soft laughter escaped his lips as he meticulously set the table with ornate silverware, fairy lights twinkling like stars above. The tantalizing aroma of exotic spices and delicacies intermingled with the invigorating scent of dewy petals, infusing the air with a sense of enchantment.Aeron checked that everything was in place, a pleased smile gracing his features. He tiptoed back into the palace to retrieve Myra, his heart aflutter with anticipation. Upon returning to her side, he gently bound a silken blindfold over her eyes, his touch feather-light and tender.With the utmost care, he guided her through the labyrinthine corridors, her trust unwavering despite her curiosity. As they drew closer to the garden, Aeron's footsteps quickened, brimming with eagerness, until they finally came to a h
Chapter 107The dense forest loomed around Aeron like a living labyrinth, each tree a sentinel guarding its secrets. His voice echoed through the stillness, a desperate call searching for any sign of life. "Is anyone there?" he shouted, but the only response was the rustle of leaves in the wind.Undeterred, Aeron began to walk, the towering trees closing in around him, casting shadows that danced in the dappled moonlight. His footsteps seemed to be swallowed by the silent expanse, and a sinking feeling settled in his chest as the forest embraced him in its enigmatic grasp.As he wandered deeper, Aeron's sense of direction faltered, and the forest became an endless maze. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, urging him to escape the suffocating greenery. In the distance, a cave yawned open like a dark maw, a potential escape from the wilderness that threatened to swallow him whole.Aeron cautiously entered the cave, the shadows within conspiring to distort his perception. The cavern s
Chapter 106As Aeron sprinted through the moonlit night, his keen senses heightened by desperation, he tried to catch Oswald's scent in the air. Frowning, he realized that Oswald had masked his presence, making tracking nearly impossible.Aeron chuckled grimly, muttering to himself, "Buffoon." Undeterred, he dropped to his knees, placing a hand on the ground. Silent incantations escaped his lips, and soon, glowing footsteps appeared on the path ahead. Aeron grinned, his determination unwavering as he followed the ethereal trail.The luminous footprints guided him to a secluded cabin. Aeron cautiously pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. There, on a wooden bed, lay Allistar. Relief and urgency surged through him, but before he could reach for her, Oswald leaped from his hiding spot, launching at Aeron with deadly intent.Reacting swiftly, Aeron dodged the assault, and the two engaged in a fierce battle once more. Aeron's skill with the sword proved superior, but in a cunni
Chapter 105Panic and fear were etched into every line of Aeron's face as he frantically darted through the sprawling corridors of the palace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were wild with desperation as he searched, each passing second seeping away with a sense of impending dread. Shadows clung to the walls, and the oppressive weight of the air seemed to press down on him, suffocating him as he raced against the insidious tide of time.It was in this frenzied state that Aeron collided with Pelenore, his father, and the impact sent them both stumbling, only to regain their footing with a sense of urgency. Pelenore regarded his son with a mixture of concern and confusion, his brow furrowed as he asked, "Aeron, what's wrong? Why are you so frantic?"Aeron's voice trembled with raw emotion as he blurted out, "It's Myra. She's in trouble. I heard her call out to me, and I can't find her anywhere. She's somewhere in this palace, and I can't bear the thought of her suffering."
Chapter 104In the aftermath of the great battle that had just taken place, the once serene and picturesque landscape was now a chaotic scene of destruction. The once lush green fields were now scorched and smoking, the trees reduced to charred stumps. The acrid smell of burnt wood and gunpowder lingered heavily in the air, mingled with the metallic stench of blood.Amidst the chaos, Pelenore stood a short distance away, his body trembling with grief. In his arms, he cradled his beloved son, Baron, the light of his life. The young man's face was now pale, marked by deep wounds. Pelenore's tears streamed down his weathered face, his cries of despair mingling with the chaotic sounds of the aftermath. He held his dying son tenderly, whispering comforting words through his anguished sobs, hoping against hope that he could bring some relief to his child."I'm sorry, father," Baron finally croaked, his voice barely a whisper amidst the havoc. The words were a plea for forgiveness, a burde
Chapter 103The night was dark, with only a pale sliver of moon hanging in the sky. Aeron and Pelenore sat side by side on a wooden bench, their bodies tense and their eyes fixed on the field before them. The soldiers had set up their tents and retired for the night, leaving the deserted field covered in the scattered remnants of their tests. The atmosphere was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.Neither Aeron nor Pelenore said a word, but the tension between them spoke volumes. Certainly by the morning they would go into battle and although they had prepared, they still felt tensed. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the sound of hooves pounding across the field. A horse burst through the darkness, its body shimmering as if born from smoke. A soldier clad in armor dismounted and bowed in obeisance before Aeron and Pelenore. "Your highness! Great wizard!" Aeron looked at the soldier with an intensity that ma