บททั้งหมดของ The Moon God's Bride : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11 Third POVSolas stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on Elara as she knelt beside the pond in the center of his chamber. The soft, shimmering light of the moon filtered through the open ceiling, casting a pale glow over her figure. She had taken to sitting by the water’s edge, her fingers gently gliding through the surface, creating ripples that distorted her reflection.It was a curious thing to watch—a mortal with so much quiet resolve, enduring the conditions he had subjected her to with such stubborn determination. Days had passed since she first arrived in his domain, and though he had expected her spirit to begin unraveling by now, she remained unbroken. Solas found it both irritating and amusing.She had been given little food, barely enough to sustain her, and yet she had not complained. The stone floor was her only bed, cold and unforgiving, but she had not once cried out in discomfort. She bore her suffering in silence, her green eyes still bright with that infu

Chapter 13 Third POVSolas stood in the shadows, his form blending seamlessly with the darkness that filled the corners of his chamber. He watched as Elara sat by the pond, her delicate fingers gliding through the water’s surface. She seemed lost in thought, her exhaustion evident in the way her shoulders slumped and her movements grew sluggish. Yet, despite her obvious physical decline, she continued to defy him, holding on to a stubborn strength that both frustrated and intrigued him.He had expected her to break by now. He had given her little food, no comfort, and nothing but the cold, hard stone to sleep on. Yet she endured. She clung to her resolve with a determination that should have crumbled days ago. But instead of falling apart, she had found solace in the most unlikely of places—the pond.Solas had noticed how she gravitated toward the water, how it seemed to calm her, offer her some measure of peace in this desolate place. It annoyed him, this small defiance. The pond w

Chapter 15 Third POV Solas watched over Elara as she lay unconscious on the bed, her breathing soft and even, a faint smile playing on her lips. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, mesmerized by the peaceful expression on her face—a stark contrast to the turmoil she had endured since arriving in his domain. In that moment, she looked so innocent, so untainted by the darkness that surrounded her, and it stirred something unfamiliar within him.The bedchamber was dimly lit by a few flickering candles, their soft light casting long shadows that danced along the stone walls. Solas had always found solace in the darkness, in the quiet and cold of his cavernous home. But now, with Elara here, the darkness seemed more oppressive, more suffocating.He noticed the way she shifted slightly, her lips parting as if to whisper a secret. Then, the smile on her face grew, and her body arched ever so slightly, as if reaching for something—or someone. Solas's eyes narrowed as he observed her clo

Chapter 17Third POVElara’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The world around her was shrouded in shadows, the cold air clinging to her skin like a suffocating blanket. For a moment, she couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten there. The last thing she recalled was a sense of overwhelming dread, followed by darkness.As her vision slowly cleared, she became aware of a figure looming beside her. Solas. His face was expressionless, his icy blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. He was sitting beside the slab on which she lay, his head bent down, almost as if he were lost in thought.“What are you doing?” Elara’s voice came out hoarse, her throat dry and aching. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but her limbs felt heavy, as if they were weighed down by invisible chains.Solas remained silent, his gaze unwavering. The silence between them was thick, oppressive, pressing down

Chapter 19Third POVSolas stood cloaked in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Elara as she dragged herself across the cold stone floor. Her movements were slow, every step labored as though the weight of the world was pressing down on her frail body. The air around her hung thick with despair, her once vibrant aura now dulled to a mere flicker of its former self. He could see the lines of exhaustion etched into her face, the way her shoulders slumped as if the burden of survival had become too much to bear.The pond, with its still, dark waters, seemed to beckon to her as she neared it. Solas watched in silence as Elara lowered herself to the ground, dipping her fingers into the cool water. The sight of her—so defeated, so drained of the fierce spirit he had first encountered—stirred something unfamiliar in him. It wasn’t pity, he knew that much. No, it was something more insidious, something that gnawed at the edges of his carefully constructed detachment.Guilt.He scowled at the thoug