All Chapters of The Kings Captive: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(VERA’s POV)I called an emergency meeting with my advisors and generals, determined to get to the bottom of the traitor's identity. We gathered in the meeting room, our faces grim and determined."We have a traitor in our midst," I said, my voice firm. "Its either someone is secretly working with Sylvester and killing our soldiers from the inside, or some of Sylvester's men are within our army, disguising. We need to find out who they are and stop them before they wreck more havoc and do any more damage."My advisors and nodded in agreement, their faces set with a focused gaze. We began to discuss possible suspects, but it soon became clear that we had no idea who the traitor could be.As we continued to discuss the situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. We were being attacked from both the inside and the outside, and I wasn't sure if we could survive.Just as we were about to adjourn the meeting, one of my advisors spoke up. "Vera, I think I might have an idea wh

(VERA’s POV) Having spent a couple of solitary days locked up in the quarters, Sylvester ordered my release..I stood in the grand hall, having my eyes fixed on Sylvester as he sat on his throne-like chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face."So, Vera," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Good to have you back, I see you're still adjusting to your new role as my subservient."I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my temper in check. "I'll never adjust to being your subservient," I spat. "I'll never surrender to you, Sylvester."Sylvester laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're in no position to make demands, Vera," he said. "You're nothing but a prisoner, a captive of my mercy. And as for your precious twins, Apollo and Astrid, they're nothing but pawns in my game of power."I felt a surge of fear at his words, but I knew that I had to keep my cool. I couldn't let Sylvester see how much he had hurt me."What do you want from me, Sylvester?" I asked, trying to keep my voic

(VERA’s POV)The castle's great hall was filled with the sound of laughter and music, but the atmosphere was tense and foreboding. Sylvester, the ruthless leader, sat at the head of the table, his eyes gleaming with malice.To his right sat Sigurd, his second-in-command, who looked increasingly uncomfortable as the night wore on. Sigurd's eyes kept darting to the door, as if he was searching for an escape.At the other end of the table, a group of guards were laughing and joking, their faces flushed with drink. But amidst the revelry, there was a sense of unease, a feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.Suddenly, Sylvester slammed his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Bring in the entertainment!" he bellowed.A group of guards dragged in a young man, his hands bound behind his back. "This is Thomas, the blacksmith's son," Sylvester announced. "He's been accused of stealing from me, and now he's going to pay the price."Thomas looked around the room, his eyes wid

(VERA’s POV)This was it – the moment I had been planning for weeks. I was going to fake my own death, making it look like I had drowned in the river.Uncle Ryan and Sigurd stood beside me, their faces grim and determined. They had helped me plan every detail of my escape, and now they were here to help me see it through."Are you sure you're ready for this, Vera?" Uncle Ryan asked, his eyes searching mine.I nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready," I said. "I have to do this. For my children, for myself."Sigurd nodded, his expression resolute. "We'll make it look like an accident," he said. "We'll plant clues, make it seem like you slipped and fell into the river."I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was doing this. I was taking back control of my life, and I was going to make sure that Sylvester never hurt me or my children again.Uncle Ryan handed me a small pouch containing a few belongings – a change of clothes, some food, a little money. "This is all we

(VERA’s POV)As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I started to feel a sense of hope and belonging in my new life. With some adjustments here and there, my new abode gradually became a 'comfort zone'. The bakery had become a second home to me, and Sophia had become a close friend. I loved the smell of freshly baked bread and the sound of laughter and chatter that filled the air.But it wasn't just the bakery that was making my life better. Apollo and Astrid were starting to thrive in their new school. They became more outspoken, and rather than being bullied like they were before, they became loved as they expressed their expressive qualities, however, not by everyone, but most of their colleagues. They had made friends with some of the other students, and their teachers were reporting that they were excelling in their studies.I was so proud of them, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that they were adjusting so well. I had been worried that they would str