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The Half That Was Taken

作者: PenWrites
last update 公開日: 2026-05-19 03:47:04

Lila’s P.O.V

The walk back to our chambers felt longer than it should have.

Lucian’s hand was still wrapped around mine—warm, steady, real. It grounded me in a way I desperately needed, especially after what I had just seen… what I had just heard.

James.

The name echoed in my mind like a ghost that refused to settle.

*I loved you.*

The words replayed, softer now, but no less heavy.

I tightened my grip on Lucian’s hand slightly, as if to remind myself of what was real—of what was here.

He glance
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    Lila’s P.O.VThe walk back to our chambers felt longer than it should have.Lucian’s hand was still wrapped around mine—warm, steady, real. It grounded me in a way I desperately needed, especially after what I had just seen… what I had just heard.James.The name echoed in my mind like a ghost that refused to settle.*I loved you.*The words replayed, softer now, but no less heavy.I tightened my grip on Lucian’s hand slightly, as if to remind myself of what was real—of what was here.He glanced at me.“You’re quiet,” he said.“I’m tired,” I replied, the same lie from earlier slipping easily past my lips.But this time, I softened it with a faint smile.A careful one.One that didn’t invite questions.He studied me for a moment, then nodded.“Let me take care of you tonight,” he murmured.The words stirred something in me—something warm, something familiar.But beneath it…There was hesitation.Not distrust.Not fully.Just… awareness.Of everything Modrach had said.Of everything Jam

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   The Ghost Who Was Denied

    Lila’s P.O.VThe day had been long.Too long.Court sessions always drained me, but today—it wasn’t just the endless disputes or the layered politics or the careful balance of authority and restraint.It was the watching.The feeling of being watched.It hadn’t left me since the night at Themus.Since Modrach.Since the echoes followed me home.Even now, seated at the head of the courtroom earlier, adorned in silk and power, speaking with clarity and command—I had felt it.That quiet, invisible weight.Not hostile.Not entirely.But present.Aware.Waiting.By the time the final case was dismissed and the elders had bowed themselves out, I felt it pressing harder against my chest.Like something had been building all day.And I didn’t know why.“You handled that well.”Lucian’s voice had come from beside me then—smooth, steady, familiar.I had turned to him, offering a faint smile.But it hadn’t reached my eyes.“Thank you,” I said softly.He studied me for a moment longer than usual.

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    Lila’s P.O.VSleep did not come easy.Even when it did, it wasn’t kind.I lay awake for what felt like hours after returning to my chambers, staring at the ceiling as if the answers I sought might reveal themselves in the patterns of shadow above me. But nothing came—only fragments. Broken thoughts. Half-formed meanings that slipped through my grasp the moment I tried to hold them.When I finally drifted off, it wasn’t rest I found.It was noise.Not as loud as before. Not as overwhelming as what I had heard in that place with Modrach. But still there—soft echoes brushing against the edges of my mind like whispers I couldn’t fully catch.I woke before dawn.Breathing uneven.Heart racing.The room was still.Too still.For a moment, I didn’t move. I just listened.Nothing.No voices.No shadows.No presence.And yet…The feeling lingered.Like something had been there.Like something had watched me sleep.I sat up slowly, drawing my knees slightly inward as I pressed my palm against m

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    Lila’s P.O.VThe night did not feel the same on the way back.It wasn’t just darker—it felt… aware.Like something had shifted the moment I stepped out of Modrach’s hut. The air itself seemed to cling to me, heavy with things I could not see but somehow felt brushing against my skin, whispering at the edges of my mind.We rode in silence at first.Three horses.Three veiled figures moving through the narrow paths that led back toward Blackwood.No crown.No guards.No identity.Just shadows returning to a place that no longer felt entirely like home.The rhythm of the horse beneath me should have been comforting.Familiar.But tonight, every step it took felt too loud, too deliberate, like it was announcing our return to something that had already begun waiting.I tightened my grip on the reins.My thoughts wouldn’t settle.They kept circling back.To his voice.To his words.To the way everything had felt both unclear… and painfully precise at the same time.*A curse tied to marriage

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    Lila’s P.O.VThe door closed behind me with a finality that echoed deeper than sound.For a moment, I couldn’t move.I stood just inside the threshold, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness that swallowed the room whole. It wasn’t the soft dimness of candlelight or shadowed corners—it was thick, suffocating darkness, the kind that felt like it had weight.Like it could press against your skin.Like it could breathe.I swallowed.My throat felt dry.The air was different in here.Heavier.Damp.Alive with something I couldn’t name.“Do not be afraid.”His voice came from somewhere ahead.Low.Rough.Too calm.I strained my eyes forward.And then—A thin beam of light cut through the darkness.Sharp.Narrow.Like an arrow piercing through the void.It struck across the room, illuminating just enough for me to see him.Modrach.Fully.And for the first time—I understood why people spoke of him the way they did.His face was… unsettling.Not grotesque.Not monstrous.But wrong in

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    Lila’s P.O.VThe night had a different weight when you chose to step into it.Not the quiet kind that settles over a place naturally—but the kind that presses against your chest when you know you are not supposed to be where you are going.Every sound felt louder.Every shadow deeper.Every step… deliberate.I stood in the dim corridor outside Madam Lavinge’s quarters, my cloak drawn tightly over my shoulders, the rough fabric unfamiliar against my skin. It scratched slightly at my wrists, a far cry from the silks and softness I was accustomed to.A peasant.That was what I was meant to be tonight.No jewels.No crown.No identity that could protect me.Just another face in the dark.My breath came slow, controlled—but my heart… my heart refused to obey.It beat too fast.Too loud.As if it knew what I was walking into before I fully did.“She’s ready.”Diane’s voice came softly behind me.I turned.She looked almost unrecognizable.Gone was the sharp, polished edge she carried so nat

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