로그인Chapter 9: Flicker
--- "Lucian, why are you defending that girl? Do you know her?" the guest asked. "No, I don't know her. But I wasn't pleased with the way you hit her, that was wrong. She made a mistake, but that didn’t mean you should hit her," Lucian said sternly. The guest nodded, and their conversation resumed, but Lucian’s mind drifted to Kyra. Why did she feel so familiar? (Kyra) The chief maid dragged me roughly into a room and locked the door behind her. "How dare you mess up! Didn’t I tell you to be on your best behavior? It’s your first day and you’ve already ruined it! Remember what you told me about beheading you? I might have to take that into consideration!" she roared. I pushed myself up from the cold floor. "Ma’am, I’m really sorry. It was a mistake , even the prince saw it," I tried to defend myself. "Shut it! You better thank the heavens the prince was there to save you, you fool! Now get out of my sight!" I scrambled out quickly. In a quiet corner, I wiped my tears. I hated what had happened. How could I let myself get distracted? Running a hand through my hair, I reminded myself — I needed to stay focused. I couldn’t afford mistakes. Now I had to decide on my next move. Should I poison the king’s food since I worked near where his meals were prepared? It was risky… but all my plans were risky. I just had to make it work. My thoughts drifted back to Lucian. There was something about him that felt… off. I was still lost in thought when I heard a voice. "Hey." I looked up and saw a young girl with full red hair. She looked malnourished, her face covered in fresh bruises. "Hello," I replied. "Can I sit with you?" "Yes, you can." I shifted to make room. "What’s your name?" she asked. "Kyra." I hadn’t bothered to change my name when I returned to Kyratth. "Nice name. I’m Lilith." She offered me her hand. I shook it. "I saw you in the kitchen earlier when the chief maid brought you in. Those girls are going to give you a hard time, just ignore them." I nodded with a faint smile, but I couldn’t hold back my curiosity about her bruises. "What happened to your face? They look fresh." She gave a faint smile. "It’s the chief maid. She hit me earlier with a broom because the young master said I didn’t cook his food to his satisfaction. He lied, you know. Ever since I refused to sleep with him, he promised to make my life a living hell." I stared at her, speechless. "Who is this young master?" I asked. "Master Darian, the king’s second son. I’d advise you to stay away from him — or better yet, make sure he never sees you. He’s dangerous." Her hands trembled. I placed mine gently over hers. "I’ll avoid him at all costs. What about Prince Lucian? Is he… evil too?" I asked, trying to gauge her reaction. Lilith’s face lit up. "No, not at all. Prince Lucian is the opposite of his father and brother — sweet, kind, disciplined. He defended me once in front of Master Darian. Such a gentleman. And he’s very handsome." She leaned closer and whispered with a chuckle, "I think I have a crush on him." I smiled back, though my mind was elsewhere. So… he defends everybody. Nice. For a moment, I thought I was special. Lilith turned to me. "Uhm, Kyra… I think we should head back to the servants’ quarters. It’s time for bed." "Oh, okay." We stood up and walked back. One of the guards had already brought my luggage earlier, so when I spotted it, I figured I’d be sleeping right in front of it—since that’s what everyone else seemed to do. We were all to sleep on the cold floor. Some people had bedsheets spread out, others just slept as they were. I was glad I’d brought a shawl at least. I laid it out, then glanced around for Lilith and spotted her near the front. We were a bit far apart. She didn’t have any shawl or blanket—just lying there on the bare, cold ground. "Hey, Lilith," I walked over to her. "Kyra, aren’t you supposed to be asleep by now?" "Uhmm… I saw you sleeping on the bare ground. You’ll get a backache." She shrugged lightly. "Don’t worry. This isn’t my first time. I’m already used to the pain." I looked back toward my spot and noticed a little girl sleeping beside my luggage. She had a blanket. I walked over and crouched beside her. "Hello." "Hi." She looked up, fear flickering in her eyes. "I’m not here to hurt you, okay?" I said gently. "I just… I want my friend to sleep beside me. She doesn’t have a blanket or shawl, and she’ll wake up sore. Please?" I folded my hands, pleading. The girl glanced toward Lilith’s corner. Thankfully, she nodded. "Thank you," I said, truly meaning it. She moved, and I signaled to Lilith to join me. My shawl was just big enough for the two of us. Lilith settled in beside me, looking far more comfortable. "Thank you, Kyra," she smiled. "You’re welcome," I smiled back. --- The Next Morning I woke to the harsh rays of the sun spilling across my face. Squinting, I found Lilith curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. A small smile tugged at my lips. I gently shook her. "Hey, Lilith… it’s morning. Wake up before the chief maid comes." I patted her lightly. "Mmm… okay," she murmured in a sleepy tone. Right on cue, the chief maid stormed in, ringing her bell like she was calling for war. "Wake up, you lazy bitches!!" she bellowed, her voice slicing through the air. I sometimes wondered if this woman even had a heart—if so, it had to be the size of a grain of sand. We got up quickly and made our way to the kitchen. Lilith joined the cooking team, while I headed to my corner only to find a mountain of dirty dishes waiting for me. I sighed and got to work. Halfway through scrubbing, one of the girls who’d been gossiping about me strutted over with another pile. She dumped it down with a loud clatter. "Get to work," she sneered. I ignored her, as always. I prayed I wouldn’t end up in a fight with one of these girls, because if I did, I was certain I’d beat them to a pulp. I was still rinsing plates when the chief maid’s voice cut through the kitchen. "Hey, you! Prince Lucian wants you to serve him." I froze. The last thing I wanted was another encounter with him after… what happened. But if I wanted my plans to succeed, I needed to know more about the prince and the king. I nodded without a word, taking the prince’s meal from one of the girls. From the corner of my eye, I saw the jealous stares of the others. I couldn’t care less. As we approached the main hall, the chief maid leaned in close, her eyes sharp enough to cut glass. "Just because the prince saved you before doesn’t mean I can’t still have you beheaded. Mess up again, and I’ll kill you myself." "Yes, ma’am," I replied flatly. The guards opened the heavy doors. I stepped inside. To my relief, the prince was alone—no guests, no audience. "Here’s your meal, sir." I set it down gently. "Uhm… sir, I’m very sorry about what happened before. I didn’t mean to—" I bowed my head. "It’s okay," he said calmly. "I know you’re wondering why I asked for you to serve me," he continued. I stayed with my head bowed. "Look at me." He stepped closer. I lifted my gaze—and met those piercing blue eyes again. My heart skipped. "What’s your name?" he asked. "K–Kyra, sir." "Kyra," he repeated, as if testing the taste of it. "Nice name." "Thank you, sir." "I don’t know… but you look familiar. Feels like I’ve seen you before." He chuckled. That’s when I noticed the dimples. And just like that, he was even more handsome. I shook the thought away—reminding myself he was my enemy. I was here to kill his father. Him too. All of them. Firming my voice, I said, "I think you’re mistaken, sir. I’ve never been near the palace walls before now. Do you need anything else, sir?" He studied me, smiling faintly. That smile… it was doing something to me I didn’t want to name. "You can go," he said. I turned and left quickly. I couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not ever.Chapter 52: Flesh and fire (KYRA) Lucian and I lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around me while my head rested on his shoulder. Memories flickered behind my eyes like a shattered film reel—blood, fire, the king’s last breath, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Are you alright?” Lucian’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing slowly through my hair. “I don’t know, Lucian.” My voice cracked. It sounded like broken glass scraping against stone. Bittersweet. On one hand, I felt relief, satisfaction even, that I had finally killed the king. But on the other… fear wrapped its hands around my throat. Darian. His army. His wrath. His revenge. Lucian shifted, sitting upright and tugging me with him until I was facing him fully. “No matter what happens, I’m going to protect you, Kyra. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.” His words were as soothing as warm rain on a cold night. I lifted my hand, my fingertips grazing the sharp line of his jaw. “Lucian, I’m s
Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.
Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning My hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming relief. Lucian pulled me into his arms before the emotion could swallow me whole. His embrace was warm, grounding, familiar. I felt my breath steady as I clung to him. The sword slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground, its blade stained with the final trace of a life that once ruled over kingdoms and nightmares. Zarreth—King, tyrant, monster—was gone. Just like that. Gone. Irene’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her tone flat and unshaken. “Send his body back to Kyratth.” Arthur bowed his head, a shadow crossing his features. “I’ll take care of it.” I rested my forehead against Lucian’s chest, but my heart was far from calm. Zarreth’s last words echoed, like a curse still hovering in the air. Would there come a day when Lucian would have to choose? Between saving me… or saving himself? Was our love truly destined to be the doom of us both?
Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson"Why are you so shocked? You think I don't know you had something to do with Lucian's sudden illness?" Morgana's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her eyes glimmered with cold fury. "I may be quiet, Darian, but don’t take my silence for ignorance. I see everything. Once I have enough proof against you—believe me—that’ll be the end of you." With that, she turned sharply on her heels, her cloak brushing against the marble floor as she stormed out, leaving behind a trail of tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Darian stood frozen, completely bewildered. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his breath shallow. The guard beside him shifted nervously, his pale face drenched in fear. "Why the hell are you still here? Get the fuck out!" Darian thundered, his voice echoing through the corridor. When the guard scrambled away, Darian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "This bitch is going to ruin me," he muttered under his breath, staring at the s
Chapter 48: The King's Disappearance "Mother? What do you mean, Lucian?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. Lucian struggled to sit upright, his disheveled hair falling over his face. His eyes, red and clouded with confusion, searched hers like a lost child seeking light in a storm. "How... how is this possible? You died, Mother. You—" His voice faltered, the words dying in his throat. His face twisted in disbelief, tears glistening on his lashes. I caught Arthur’s bewildered stare — the woman he came with was now an entirely different person. "I died," she said softly, her voice echoing with pain and ancient sorrow. "But the gods gave me another chance." Lucian’s breath hitched. "Another chance? Why? Just tell us everything! Why did you come back… wearing another face?" His tone cracked between anger and desperation. Irene drew in a long, weary sigh — the kind of sigh that carried the weight of years, of secrets too heavy to speak.
Chapter 47: UNVEILED"Lucian, how is this possible? I don’t understand, I—" the words trailed off like a dying whisper. Lucian stood abruptly, raking his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. My breathing grew ragged, uneven. I tried to steady it, but I couldn’t. "So what?" I snapped, rising to my feet as well. "We’ve been together all this time, and you haven’t hurt me. I’m sure we can figure something out, a cure, anything! But that doesn’t mean we have to end this, Lucian!" The words spilled from me in a single breath. I didn’t even notice when the tears began to fall. A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he stepped closer, his expression carved from steel. "Don’t you get it, Kyra? The longer we stay together, the worse the curse gets. Remember that night I almost lost control? That’s exactly what will happen if we keep pretending everything’s fine—or worse." His voice was sharp enough to cut through air. I had never seen hi







