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Chapter 5: The Echo of the Promise

Author: XiaoyenLi
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Arc I – The Possession Begins

Chapter 5: The Echo of the Promise

Dawn broke reluctantly, as though even the sun was hesitant to shine on what had happened the night before.

Mira hadn’t slept much. Between the mirror’s whisper, Adrian’s touch still lingering like static on her skin, and her brain running at maximum “I might be cursed but also mildly in love” capacity, rest had been impossible.

So when Adrian appeared at her door at first light, she nearly screamed.

“Don’t do that!” she hissed. “I could’ve died!”

He raised an eyebrow. “From what? Excessive startle?”

“Yes! Death by shock. Very serious.”

He held up a breakfast tray. “I brought food.”

She blinked. “Wait, you made breakfast?”

“Cooked, no. Carried, yes.”

“Oh good. I was worried we were heading into domestic bliss territory. That would definitely break the curse.”

His mouth twitched. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Compliment accepted.”

---

They ate in companionable awkwardness, punctuated by Mira’s occasional internal commentary (Why does he eat like a prince in a fairytale? Why do I sound like a narrator in a romance novel?) and Adrian’s occasional suppressed smirk that proved, of course, he could hear every single thought.

Finally, she set down her fork. “We need answers. That mirror wasn’t just creepy—it knew your name.”

He nodded. “I think it’s tied to my mother’s spell. But there’s something else—” He hesitated. “The curse… it’s spreading.”

Mira froze. “Spreading how?”

“When I woke this morning, I could hear you even from the west corridor.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s… at least thirty meters!”

“Forty, perhaps.”

She groaned. “No, no, no. That means—”

“That your feelings for me are growing stronger,” he said calmly.

“I hate how you say that like it’s a weather report.”

“Would you prefer I panic?”

“Yes! That would make me feel less ridiculous!”

He smirked faintly. “I’m afraid I’m not built for dramatics.”

“You’re literally cursed by a tragic bloodline!” she snapped. “That’s as dramatic as it gets!”

He looked away, expression softening. “Perhaps.”

---

Later that day, Adrian led her to the manor’s archives—a labyrinth of shelves, scrolls, and dust that smelled of old parchment and secrets.

“Somewhere here,” he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.”

Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.”

“Understood.”

They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel.

“Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement.

Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

It showed a circle of runes surrounding two silhouettes—one male, one female—bound by a glowing thread. The caption beneath read:

> “When two hearts share a vow unfulfilled, their souls intertwine until truth is spoken.”

Mira frowned. “That sounds poetic. And ominous.”

“It means,” Adrian said quietly, “that until I fulfill a promise I once made, our connection won’t break.”

She looked at him. “What promise?”

He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened, eyes distant. “When I was a boy, my mother told me that one day I would meet someone whose voice would save me. I promised her that when I did, I’d never let that voice fall silent.”

Mira blinked. “Oh.”

“Apparently,” he added dryly, “I took that very literally.”

“That’s…” She exhaled, caught between laughter and tears. “Okay, that’s tragically sweet, and deeply inconvenient.”

Also romantic, she thought before realizing it.

His gaze flicked toward her.

“Don’t you dare repeat that!” she warned.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought something smug!”

He smiled faintly. “You’re imagining things.”

---

As the day faded, they spread the journals across the floor, deciphering fragments of spells and rituals.

One entry stood out—dated two weeks before Adrian’s mother’s death:

> “The voice must be protected, even if bound through time and body. The heart that listens must learn to hear beyond flesh.”

Mira whispered, “Beyond flesh… she knew this would happen.”

Adrian’s fingers brushed the page. “Perhaps she foresaw you.”

She laughed weakly. “A possessed woman obsessed with shipping men together? Yeah, that’s exactly what every noble mother dreams of.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps it’s your unconventional nature that makes you… audible.”

“Flattery detected,” she said. “Proceed with caution.”

---

Night fell again. Candles flickered low, and exhaustion made Mira’s eyelids heavy. Adrian was reading still, his voice low and steady.

He read aloud:

> “A bond of voice may turn to a bond of soul if nurtured by truth unspoken.”

“Truth unspoken,” Mira repeated softly. “What does that mean?”

He looked at her, eyes unreadable. “Perhaps we’re meant to admit what we’re afraid to.”

“Afraid?” she asked, half-laughing. “I’m not afraid.”

“You tremble whenever I’m near.”

“That’s just proximity-based anxiety!”

“Is it?”

She froze. His tone was gentle, but something in it melted through her defenses like sunlight through frost.

Her thoughts stumbled, raw and unguarded: You scare me because you make me want to stay.

He inhaled sharply, eyes darkening. “Mira—”

A crash interrupted them. The candles went out. The entire room shuddered as though the manor itself had gasped.

Then, faintly, from every mirror in the hall came a whisper:

> “The voice that lingers calls the soul that listens.”

The temperature dropped. Breath misted in the air.

Mira turned to Adrian. “Please tell me that was you.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Oh good,” she muttered. “Because if ghosts are now joining this relationship, I’m charging rent.”

---

They fled the archive, the whispers following like echoes underwater.

Once safely behind a closed door, Mira panted, “Okay. So. We’re officially haunted.”

Adrian pressed his palms to the door, voice steady but tense. “No. Not haunted. The curse is strengthening.”

“You mean our bond is?”

“Yes. Every time we speak truth, the link deepens.”

“So if I admit that you have ridiculously nice hands—”

He shot her a warning look.

“—the curse gets worse?”

He sighed. “Precisely.”

She crossed her arms. “That’s the most counterproductive curse design ever. Shouldn’t honesty fix things?”

“Not if the curse was designed to test endurance rather than truth.”

“Your mother had a flair for the dramatic,” she muttered.

He almost smiled. “I wonder where I got it from.”

---

Later that night, as Mira lay in bed, she heard his voice faintly in her mind—not as a direct thought, but a whisper like a dream.

Mira… are you awake?

She hesitated. Yes.

I think I understand now.

Understand what?

The promise I made. It wasn’t to never let the voice fall silent… it was to never let the heart behind it be alone.

Her breath caught.

Adrian…

The silence stretched. Then—softly—Good night, Mira.

Her chest ached with something she refused to name.

As she drifted off, she thought she heard the faintest laugh—Seraphina’s voice, bittersweet and echoing:

> “Careful, dear intruder. Love is the loudest voice of all.”

---

End of Chapter 5

Next: Chapter 6 – “When Mirrors Dream”

Mira begins to see flashes of Seraphina’s memories; Adrian’s feelings start manifesting physically; and the first real danger from the curse arrives.

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