All Chapters of THE KING'S POSSESSION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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 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 86: To Gain One's HeartTime, ever the silent companion, passed as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Isabel's recovery was slow but steady and it was marked by moments of pain and progress. Under the care of the Empress Ilyana and the palace's skilled healers, her wounds healed, and her strength was finally returned. The once frail and wounded woman began to regain her vitality as her spirit was slowly rekindling.Throughout this time, Isabel and Ilyana grew closer. The Empress, with her gentle demeanor and warm presence, never imposed her imperial status upon Isabel. She treated her not as a subject or a stranger, but as someone precious and dear. And in the palace where the walls echoed with the burden of history and power, Ilyana chose to be humbled. She wore modest clothes foregoing the regal gowns and crowns that symbolized her sovereignty. She wanted Isabel to feel like she was not the Empress of a vast empire but a kind woman with a welcoming smile, a mothe

Chapter 88: A Mother's Unspoken PleaAs the words left Ilyana's lips, "You are my daughter, Isabel... And I am your mother," Isabel's reaction was swift and visceral. She stood up abruptly with her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. "N-no... Your Excellency... You are mistaken... I... My mother... is Teressa... She was the one who gave birth to me," Isabel insisted, her voice trembling with the weight of the unexpected revelation."Isabella..." Ilyana began, but her words were cut off by Isabel's sharp retort."No! Do not call me by that name! I am not your daughter!" Isabel's voice rose, filled with confusion, fear, and denial. The raw emotion in her voice was like a dagger to Ilyana's heart as the words reverberated in the room like a harsh echo of a long-forgotten wound. Ilyana gasped with her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. Isabel's rejection was like reliving the moment her infant daughter was stolen from her, but somehow, it cut even d

Chapter 90: SolsticeAs the summer solstice approached, the imperial palace buzzed with anticipation. Messenger horses and carriages raced across the lands, delivering invitations from Empress Ilyana. The elegant scrolls bore an invitation to celebrate the coming solstice, but the letters remained silent about the true reason for the gathering—a secret known only to Ilyana herself, and her trusted subjects.The news spread quickly among the nobility and the rulers of the lands under Ilyana's dominion. Whispers and speculations filled the grand halls and courtyards, yet none could guess the true significance behind the empress's invitation as it was the very first time she had opened her city to celebrations such as this. The palace staff worked tirelessly to prepare for the grand event, ensuring that every detail was perfect for the guests who would soon arrive.Meanwhile, in the far reaches of the empire, King Lucian of Montebello received his own invitation. As he read through the l