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Emerald looked at Egon with watery eyes.
"How___"
Her words choked in her throat.
"How did I find her?"
Egon completed the sentence for her.
"Who is she, Emerald?... Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Emerald looked at the woman who was standing in front of her lost. She was looking around confused like a lost child. The woman was a replica of Emerald, but just old in age. It was an idea of what Emerald would look like in her late fifties. Anyone can easily tell that they are mother and daughter. Emerald has inherited the beauty of her mother.
"My mother!"
She breathed out.
Egon smirked.
"You thought___"
"I thought I won but I was wrong..."
She said defeated.
"You found my weakness."
She always kept her real mother hidden. Away from the world so no one uses her as her weakness.
This is what she was hiding from Egon; he wasn't supposed to find her because he would definitely kill her and use her against her. She was right, this is what he was doing right now.
Her mother's lost eyes finally found her and she smiled. Egon watched them silently as her mother happily ran towards her and hugged her.
Not like a mother but like a child.
Emerald embraced her like she is her child and silent tears escaped her eyes.
There were so many questions which Egon had, and Emerald had all the answers. It was time that she answers all.
"You told me she died."
Ruby asked, offended as she entered. She was feeling betrayed.
"How can you hide my mother from me, Queen? How dare you?... Why are you like this? Why do you have to control everything, you don't even let go of others' lives.... How can you be so selfish?"
Emerald was listening to her silently, like she had no energy to fight; she was just scared that Egon would hurt her mother.
Ruby looked at her mother and cried silently.
"Mom?"
She stepped towards her but her mother got scared and hid behind Emerald like a child.
Ruby froze in her place.
"What's wrong with her?"
She asked Emerald.
Emerald looked at her with a bitter smile.
"She has lost herself... Her mental state is not right. She won't recognise you."
"Why?"
Ruby muffled her sobs.
Emerald turned towards Egon and sighed in defeat, her energy dropped drastically like she had lost a marathon.
"I will do everything you say... I'll marry you and will live like your slave if you want but the condition is, you won't kill Ruby and my mother..."
She lowered her eyes, avoiding his Victorious glaze and walked away.
Egon watched her as she went back with her defeat.
"No, Queen..."
Ruby ran behind her.
"You can't leave without answering me... Come back."
Emerald closed the door and leaned against it, breaking down in tears as if her world had collapsed. She lost, she lost everything! Her hopes, her courage and her freedom. Everything was gone.
Ruby was banging on the door, but she couldn't face her; she had no answer to her questions.
She cried her heart out until she fell asleep on the floor.
Egon opened the door and saw her on the floor, he gently picked her up and placed her on the bed. He couldn't help but admire her face.
He was burning in pain of betrayal before, but after meeting his sister, the fire has somehow died down. Now he doesn't feel lonely in the world.
And his family wasn't completely innocent, his anger towards her was dying.
As per his promise, he should let her go but he is too selfish to do that. The separation from her will burn him again and will turn ashes into dust.
He knows that blackmailing her with her mother's life is not going to end well for them, but he has no choice; he has found that woman because he was lucky.
She holds many dark secrets of Emerald. He needs to know her past.
She won't tell him but he knows how to make her speak.
Emerald woke up in his arms, and he was holding her to his heart while she was sleeping.
She quickly pushed his arms away and got up.
"What's wrong?... Aren't we going to wake up like this every day?"
He pulled her back onto his chest.
She lay on his chest, numb, and didn't even try to resist.
"Don't kill my mother!"
She mumbled.
"What if I do?"
He challenged, it was obvious that she was too scared to lose her mother, and that's why she got ready for the marriage without any struggles. He wants to know to what extent she can go.
"I'll kill you."
She mumbled.
Egon frowned. Even after torturing her so much, she has never tried to kill him but for her mother, she would do it. She matters to her more than anything.
He realised that she must have done many things to protect her mother and he would find out what.
"Don't you want to become a queen after marrying me?"
He tried to dig deeper into her emotions. Tried to know what she has in her mind.
"No! I never wanted to become a queen."
She closed her eyes on his chest.
"Who is your mother? What happened to her and why were you hiding her from me?"
Egon questioned.
"And if you had parents then why were you in the orphanage? Who was the man you killed in the orphanage? Why would a five-year-old kill a grown man with proper planning? You have to answer me."
Emerald opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Why do you care?"
She smiled bitterly.
"I am marrying you now, isn't that enough... You are not getting any answers from me... Just know that I can kill anyone for my mother, whether it's a grown man in an orphanage or you... Try me!"
Egon smirked.
"Fine, I'll try!"
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