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Ivonnes povI stared at the portrait for what felt like forever, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. My heart had started beating so fast that it was almost painful, and I realized I had stopped breathing properly. I blinked a few times, but the image didn’t change.First of all, Kael looked exactly like Hector. Not similar. Not just vaguely familiar.He looked Exactly like him except for the color of his eyes.Same face. Same sharp jawline. But with silver eyes... just like Kael was supposed to have.Even the way he stood beside his family looked like Hector when he was being serious about something.And the woman beside him…My stomach twisted when I looked at her.She looked exactly like me. Not just close. Not the way some people resemble each other a little.It was me.Same face. Same hair. Same posture. Only difference was the silver eyes staring calmly out of the painting.My hand tightened around the book.“Oh my goddess,” I whispered. How had I not seen this befo
Ivonne's povI began to read Kael's story again. This was the script version but it was still the same storyAnd Every time I read it, it stirred something deep inside me.I would always be in awe of His determination and His courage in the face of failure and defeat.How could anyone not admire The way he had refused to give up on his people? How his love for them made him transform into a supernatural beign and destroy all his enemies?The script Justin wrote perfectly described how the Night Devourers had begun attacking villages, wiping out entire communities, leaving nothing but darkness behind. Kael and the people had tried to fight them at first, believing that strength and determination would be enough.But he had failed. Again and again.Still, he didn’t give up. Instead, he turned to the spirits.He begged them for help but ofcourse the spirits refused him.Man, they said, was meant to remain human. Nothing more.So Kael did something no one had ever done before.He turned t
Ivonne’s POVFor a moment after the elders walked in, everything inside me went completely still.I felt like someone had poured ice water down my spine and frozen me right where I stood.My fingers tightened around the script in my hands, and the workers who had been moving around the stage area suddenly seemed quieter, slower, like they were carefully pretending not to notice the tension that had just filled the entire venue.I let out a slow breath, then another, trying to steady myself before addressing them.“Hello, and to What do I owe the pleasure of having you here?” I asked, keeping my voice as even as I could, even though my chest was already tight with irritation.Elder Marcellus immediately noticed it. Of course he did. That man thrived on making me want to commit murder in the most gruesome way possible, and right now I had just handed him exactly what he wanted.A slow smirk stretched across his face as he looked at me like he had been waiting for this moment all morning
Ivonnes povThe new concubines.They were there too, moving around with surprising enthusiasm, helping carry props, arranging fabrics, and even practicing some of the supporting roles.For a moment, I just stood there watching them.Not long ago, most of them had been obsessed with gaining Hector’s attention or competing with each other, but now they were laughing together, discussing scenes, and focusing on the play like it actually mattered to them.And somehow, seeing that made me feel proud.Hector noticed where I was looking.“Oh wow. I can't believe You made that happen,” he said quietly.I shook my head. “They did it themselves. I just… gave them something else to care about.”He smiled slightly but didn’t argue.Meanwhile, Hector turned his attention back to the venue and nodded approvingly.“Justin did a good job,” he said. “The venue is perfect.”Justin looked pleased. “I thought so too. It’s big enough to feel important, but not so large that the performance gets lost.”“Ex
Ivonne's povI woke slowly, like someone surfacing from deep water, and for a moment I didn’t move at all.The dream clung to me in a strange way, not fading like most dreams do the second your eyes open, but lingering in the air around me as if the woman from it had followed me back into the real world.The woman who looked like me but with silver eyes. Was she me in a parallel world Or at least, someone who could have been me if my life had taken a different path? It was all very confusing and I didnt even know her name. She had called herself the original Ivonne once before but that was too crazy to even try to understandI stared at the ceiling, the early morning light filtering softly through the curtains, and tried to shake the feeling off, but the words she had said kept echoing in my head.Don’t relax yet.Which was unfair, honestly, because yesterday had been the first day in a long time that I had actually allowed myself to breathe. Things had been going well. The preparat
Ivonne's pov"This isn’t because you saved me.” Sevrin revealed and Hector frowned slightly.“Then what is it?”Severin took a breath.“I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time.”The room went quiet.“My pride kept stopping me,” he admitted. “But after everything that has happened… I think it’s time I stop lying to myself.”Denise and Hector looked confused.So did I but Severin continued.“You’ve been patient with me,” he said to Hector. “Even when I disagreed with you. Even when I challenged your decisions.”Hector didn’t interrupt.“And the truth is,” Severin said slowly, “I respect what you’re trying to do.”He glanced briefly toward me.“And what both of you are trying to build.”My chest tightened slightly.Severin looked back at Hector.“I’m learning,” he said. “Slowly. That maybe pride isn’t always strength. Maybe unity and loyalty is more powerful than being strong alone.”Hector stayed quiet.Severin lowered himself the rest of the way with Denise’s help.And then







