บททั้งหมดของ The Forbidden Gaze: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ava's POV That evening, I sat under the big fruit tree, the warm sunlight filtering through the leaves above me. I was lost in the pages of my little book, the words transporting me to a different world. It was my own little way of escaping from the drama that seemed to follow me everywhere.As I read, I felt a sense of connection to the lead character. She was a young, innocent girl who had been taken away as a slave to a strange land. She had no one, knew nothing about the people or their ways, and had to learn everything the hard way. She had to figure out how to survive in a world that seemed determined to crush her.I felt a pang of recognition as I read about her struggles. It was as if I was reading about myself. I had never thought about it before, but now it seemed so obvious. That's why I was fascinated by the book. I saw myself in her.I pondered on the connection I had with the character, my mind lost in thought. The world around me melted away, and all that was left was

Ava's POV As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I was a part of something big, something important. And I was determined to make it a success.The next two days passed in a blur of activity. I worked tirelessly, ensuring that the general's quarters were spotless and his ceremonial attire was perfect. I helped the cooks in the kitchen, preparing delicious dishes for the feast. The air was thick with the scent of roasting meats, spices, and freshly baked bread. There were so many people bustling around, moving from one task to the next, each with a specific role to play. It was almost like a well-oiled machine, each part working together to create something grand.As I folded the fine linen that would be part of the general’s ceremonial attire, I overheard one of the other servants, Mila, talking excitedly about the festival."I hear the warriors will be performing the ancient dances again," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It’s always such a sight to see.

"Ava, Come out now. I need to speak with you," she said, her voice loud and angry.I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. I knew was in for it. What did Mistress Elara want to talk to me about?I followed her out of my tent, my heart pounding in my chest. We walked in silence, the only sound being the soft rustling of our clothes.As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something was brewing, and I wasn't sure what it was.We eventually arrived at Mistress Elara's quarters, and she ushered me inside. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering to light the space.Mistress Elara closed the door behind us, and then turned to face me. Her expression was serious, and I could sense a sense of gravity emanating from her."Ava, what exactly do you think you're doing?" she asked, her voice at a very high pitch. "You had better answer me now, before I let hell on you." She screamed at the top of her voice."Nothing ma." I said "Nothing? What was the meaning

General Kaelen's POV I nodded, my interest piqued. "What is it, Zylan?" I asked, my eyes locked on his.Zylan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "General, I think you should know that Mistress Elara has taken a particular interest in Ava. She's been making demands, and Ava has been refusing to comply."My eyes narrowed, my mind racing with possibilities. What was Mistress Elara's game? And why was Ava refusing to comply?"Tell me more," I said, my voice firm.Zylan nodded, launching into a detailed account of the events that had transpired between Mistress Elara and Ava. As he spoke, my anger grew, and I knew that I had to take action.Ava was a unique individual, one who didn't seem to be intimidated by the rules and expectations of our society. And I found myself drawn to her because of it.As I listened to Zylan's report, I couldn't help but think about the way Ava had refused Rylan's claim. It was a bold move, one that showed she was not afraid to stand up for herself.And t

General Kaelen’s POVI stepped out of my tent, the warm sun beating down on my skin as I made my way through the camp. The air was filled with the sounds of warriors and servants going about their daily business, but my focus was solely on finding Ava's hiding place. I had been thinking about her nonstop since our encounter earlier, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye.As I walked, I noticed that many eyes were on me, some showing their respect with a nod or a bow, while others tried to hide their gazes behind masks of indifference. I was used to being the center of attention, but today it felt different. Today, I felt like I was being watched for reasons beyond my position as General.I navigated through the camp, asking discreet questions and gathering information about Ava's whereabouts. Some of the servants and warriors seemed hesitant to talk, while others provided me with cryptic clues that only led to more questions.After what felt like