เข้าสู่ระบบLila's P.O.VThe moment my eyes landed fully on the pendant resting against Serena’s collarbone, the world around me seemed to narrow into a single, sharp point.Everything else disappeared.The murmurs of the royal court.The shifting of servants.The distant rustle of heavy curtains swaying beneath the breeze from the towering windows.None of it mattered.Because hanging from Serena’s neck was not merely jewelry.It was memory.It was grief.It was a secret buried with a dead man.My dead husband.My pulse thundered so violently that I could feel it behind my eyes.No.This could not be coincidence.The symbol engraved on the pendant was identical to the one I had studied relentlessly in the torn pages of Blackwood’s forbidden curse book. The same crescent wrapped in thorned vines. The same blood-marked insignia tied to soul-binding, inheritance rituals, and sacrificial lineage.I knew that mark.I had traced it with trembling fingers by candlelight.I had seen it in prophecy.And
Lila's P.O.VSerena didn’t move at first.That was the first thing I noticed.Not the smile, not the silk-soft composure, not even the carefully arranged concern in her eyes.It was the stillness.A fraction too controlled.A fraction too precise.As though she had expected irritation, suspicion, even hostility—but not recognition.Her hand, still lightly resting on mine, tightened almost imperceptibly.Then she laughed softly.A sound like glass brushing silk.“Lila,” she said gently, tilting her head, “you always assume the worst of me when you’re under pressure.”I didn’t answer immediately.Because my attention had stopped being on her face.It had dropped.To her neck.The pendant.It hung there innocently enough at first glance—delicate chain, subtle shine, resting just above the collar of her gown like an ornament chosen for beauty alone.But I had seen it before.Not here.Not in court.Not in family portraits or royal archives.In the cursed pages.In the torn fragments of th
Lila's P.O.V“You mean… you would stand with them and fight me, Lucian?”My voice did not rise.It didn’t need to.The devastation inside it was enough.The question lingered heavily between us, sharp as a blade and just as dangerous. Lucian stood near the bed, shoulders tense, his face burdened with a guilt I could barely stand to look at anymore.He opened his mouth.Closed it.And in that silence—I got my answer.A bitter laugh almost escaped me, but it died before it could fully form.“Something told me,” I said slowly, my throat tightening with emotion I refused to let consume me, “that you were not the sweetheart I always knew.”His expression crumbled slightly.“Lila—”“Since when you came back from that trip,” I continued, cutting through him with my words before he could attempt another defense, “you changed.”My eyes burned again, but I was past caring.“I should’ve known.”He took one step forward, cautious.“Please.”“Don’t.”The force in my voice stopped him instantly.F
Lila's P.O.VHmm.The sound barely escaped me, but it carried enough weight to fracture whatever fragile warmth had remained in the room.Using my own words against me.The realization struck deeper than I wanted to admit.It wasn’t just betrayal anymore.It was humiliation.A slow, devastating unraveling of truths I had been too trusting—or too desperate—to question.My eyes burned almost instantly, heat gathering behind them until my vision blurred. I hated that. Hated that my body still betrayed me with emotion when what I wanted was fury.Lucian noticed.Of course he did.His expression shifted immediately, something softer flickering there—regret, perhaps—and he moved instinctively, his hand stretching slightly toward me.As though to comfort me.As though he still had that right.But halfway through, he stopped.His fingers curled inward before they could touch me, and his hand dropped back to his side.Because even he knew.He had no place near me now.No place offering tendern
Lila's P.O.VMorning didn’t come gently.It pressed itself into the room through the tall windows, pale and intrusive, dragging me out of sleep in a way that felt almost forceful. My body stirred before my mind could catch up, and for a brief second, I forgot everything.The dream.The voice.The weight of everything waiting beneath the surface.All of it faded into a quiet nothingness—Until I felt him.Lucian.His arm was still around me, loose now, like sleep had softened his hold. My head rested against his chest, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I just listened.His heartbeat was slower than it had been in the night.Calmer.Almost as if he had found peace somewhere between my unrest and his silence.I opened my eyes slowly.The room looked ordinary again.Too ordinary.Like it hadn’t held anything dark just hours ago.Like it hadn’t watched me wake in fear.Like it didn’t still carry secrets in its corners.I shifted slightly, and that was enough to wake him.His breath changed
Lila's P.O.VI woke up like I had been dragged out of something that didn’t want to let me go.My chest burned. My breath came out in sharp, uneven bursts, like I had been running without knowing it. For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was. The darkness in the room felt too thick, too close, like it hadn’t fully released me from whatever I had just seen.The cliff.The missing figure.The voice.And then—That presence behind me.I sat up abruptly, my hand pressing against my chest as if I could steady the frantic rhythm of my heart by force. My eyes darted across the room, trying to make sense of shadows that suddenly felt alive.Nothing moved.Nothing answered.But the feeling lingered.That I wasn’t alone.“Lila?”His voice came from beside me.Low, groggy, real.Lucian.I turned sharply, almost startled by the sound of him, as though I had forgotten he was even there.He was already sitting up, his expression shifting quickly from sleep to concern as he looked at me.“You’re sha






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