บททั้งหมดของ Cathy And The Beast : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The guards shoved Lena roughly into the room. She looked disheveled, her hair scattered wildly around her face. Despite this, she still had her usual air of arrogance. Seeing her made my stomach lurch, her arrival felt like a dark omen in this already tense situation.Lachlan, who was seated at the head of the table, glanced up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Look who we have here,” he sneered, his voice devoid of warmth. “My old friend, Lena.”“What bad manners you have, Lachlan,” Lena spat, “This is how you treat a friend.”Lachlan's amusement heightened. “Not quite, Lena. This is how we treat guests who have overstayed their welcome.” He said, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. “Our friends, on the other hand, are treated very nicely.” He gestured towards me. “Isn't that right, Cathy?”I forced a smile, trying and failing to think of something to say but my tongue and thoughts betrayed me. Lena’s eyes narrowed at me, an emotion I couldn't recognize flashing across

Sunlight streamed in through the window the next morning, casting rays across the room. Eleanor had slept on the plush rug beside my bed, her breathing shallow. I had barely slept, I had constantly been awakened by the thought of Lena's impending execution.A knock on the door startled me. It was one of the servant creatures. “My Lord requests your presence,” he said, his voice lacking warmth. “For what?” I asked, my voice hoarse.“He did not say,” the servant replied simply, nodding curtly before walking away.As I closed the door, Eleanor stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It took her a moment to recognize her surroundings before finally settling her gaze on me.“It's alright, Eleanor,” I murmured reassuringly. “You can go back to sleep, I'll be back soon.”The walk to the courtyard was a blur. Every muscle in my body was tense, every nerve on edge. When I reached the courtyard, cold dread settled in my stomach at the sight before me.There was a makeshift platform with a raised wo

A flicker of annoyance crossed Lachlan's face, his smile faltering for a moment before quickly replaced by his usual charming facade. “Very well,” he said, turning to me. “Can you excuse us, Cathy? This won't take long.” His voice was laced with false sweetness. My heart kept hammering frantically. What could it be? Whatever information this sorcerer had was clearly important for Lachlan to send me away. I needed to know. But there was no use protesting, it would seem suspicious.“Of course, Lachlan. Take all the time you need.” I replied, feigning nonchalance as I dabbed my non-existent lipstick and stood up from the table. The sorcerer stood, silently watching me. Our gaze locked on each other briefly as I walked past him. His yellow eyes held an unreasonable expression and sent shivers down my spine. I nodded curtly, leaving the dining hall and closing the heavy doors behind me with a soft thud.Outside the hall, I paced the small corridor, my stomach churning with anxiety and a

We spent the next day making frantic preparations. Eleanor was surprisingly resourceful as she gathered food, cloaks and water pouches for each of us. Lachlan had avoided me all day, probably still stinging from my rejection. There was a strange hollow ache in my chest left by his absence. I couldn't quite explain it. Perhaps, a part of me had wanted to see him one more time before we left. A foolish part of me. I pushed such foolish emotions down and focused on the task at hand.By nightfall, anxiety and exhaustion gnawed at my bones. The castle was eerily quiet as though in anticipation of our plan. A tense silence descended upon me and Eleanor as we sat still, waiting for our moment. Every creak of the floorboards and every sound of the ancient fortress sent a nervous jolt through me.Finally, it was time. Eleanor, her face pale but resolute, gestured for me to follow. She had gathered the supplies in a small bag which hung loosely over her shoulder while I carried the cloaks whic

Lachlan's figure, tall and menacing, stood prominent amidst the throng. From a distance, his eyes locked with Alden's, burning with a cold fire. His lips instantly curled in a malicious smile. “If it isn't the fallen beast,” he sneered, his voice booming across the courtyard. “You see, Alden, we do not have to resort to violence. My demands are simple. Surrender your pathetic kingdom…perhaps I will show mercy to you and your kin.”Lachlan's arrogance fueled a fire in Alden's gut. He felt a surge of fury course through him. “You, Lachlan,” he growled,stepping forward. “Are nothing but a coward. A true leader fights his own battles. Let us settle this, beast against beast. Here and now. No armies, No magic.”Alden's voice, though strained from fatigue, cut through the courtyard like a blade. A tense silence descended upon the battlefield as the air crackled with anticipation.Lachlan threw his head back and roared with laughter. It was a cruel mocking sound devoid of humor. “Now why