All Chapters of The Kings Captive: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(VERA’s POV) As I made my way through the palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I knew that I was taking a risk by investigating Ikigan, but I also knew that I had to do what was right.I approached Ikigan's office, my heart began pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, ready to face whatever lay ahead. I walked into Ikigan's office, and he looked up at me with a smug expression. "Vera, what can I do for you?" he asked, his voice dripped with sarcasm..I smiled sweetly, trying not to let my true feelings show. "Ikigan, I just wanted to ask you some questions," I said, pulling up a chair from beneath a desk and sitting down.Ikigan raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. "So, What kind of questions?" he asked with a voice tight with tension.I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. "I've been hearing some rumors about you, Ikigan," I said, with a low voice and even tone. "Rumors that you're not as loyal to the king as you seem."Ikigan's expre

(VERA’s POV)I felt a pang of sadness as I looked at him. He had been a good man, a man who had served the king and the kingdom with honor and integrity. But he had been weak, and Ikigan had taken advantage of that weakness. I understood how frail a human could be at certain situations. "I forgive you," I said finally, my voice firm. "But you have to promise me one thing."Captain Orion looked up at me, his eyes filled with hope. "Anything," he said. "I'll do anything to make it right.""You have to promise me that you'll testify against Ikigan," I said. "You have to promise me that you'll help me bring him to justice."Captain Orion nodded, his face set in determination. "I promise," he said. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was a start, a small step towards healing and redemption.But as I walked away from Captain Orion's cell, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been growing inside me. My faith in Sylvest

(VERA’s POV)I returned to the palace, exhausted but elated about our triumphant victory on the battlefield. But, as i entered the grand hall, I was greeted by a flurry of activities. Servants scurried about, carrying trays of food and drinks, while guards stood at attention, their eyes were just scanning the room for any sign of danger.At the center of it all was Sylvester, the king's advisor. He stood tall and imposing, his eyes was gleaming with such a fierce intensity as he addressed the audience in the room."My lords and ladies," he began, his baritone voice booming off the stone walls. "We gather here today to address a growing threat to our kingdom. The enemy we defeated on the battlefield was just the beginning. We have reason to believe that a far greater threat is looming on the horizon, one that requires our immediate attention.."I watched as the room erupted into a flurry of conversation, with lords and ladies arguing and debating the best course of action. i knew that I

(VERA’s POV)I sat in stunned silence, my eyes fixed on Sylvester's face as he delivered the blow that would shatter my heart into a million pieces. The words hung in the air like a challenge, a cruel and heartless declaration that cut me to the very core of my being."You never loved me, did you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. The Question was a desperate plea, a last-ditch attempt to cling to the shattered remains of my dreams..Sylvester's expression was cold, calculating. "Love?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You were a means to an end, Vera. A way for me to gain power and control. Nothing more."The words were like a slap in the face, a cruel and heartless rejection of everything I had thought our marriage was. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All i could do was sit there, staring at Sylvester in horror."How could you do this to

(VERA’s POV) I realized that I wasn't alone. There were others out there who cared about me, who wanted to help me. And with that knowledge, my determination and hope were renewed.I began to think about my situation, about the layout of the castle and the guards who patrolled the halls. I thought about the servants who had whispered to me in the darkness, and the mysterious figure who had left me a note of encouragement.As I thought, a plan began to form in my mind. It was a fragile thing, easily broken, but it was a start. And with that start, I felt a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in weeks.I would escape, I would survive. And I would make sure that those who had helped me would be rewarded. I would not forget their kindness, their bravery. And I would make sure that Sylvester paid for his crimes.The thought of escape, of freedom, was exhilarating. I felt a sense of purpose that I hadn't felt in a long time. ***I stood in the darkness of my dungeon cell, my ears straining to