Elara's POV She didn't say anything. She couldn't. She was as shocked as I was when she did hers. I turned to leave. Before I could take a step, her painful cry rang out behind me. Then followed by Damian's voice. "What happened to you, Lyra?" He asked, his voice filled with dread like she was stabbed in the stomach. I turned back to see her sprawled on the bare floor, clutching her stomach, her face tight with pain. "Ohhhh..... my baby," she cried out. I didn't do anything. I remained calm because I knew her plans too well. She was such a dramatic bitch and wants nothing than to paint me badly in front of Damian. But I don't care. That bastard could see me anyhow he deemed fit. Not like it mattered anyways. Damian was running towards us like he was coming to save a whole nation. "What happened?" He asked, crouching down beside her, his hands resting protectively on her stomach. "Are you okay?" I scoffed at the pathetic scene playing out before me. I feel disgusted. "It's E
Elara's POV "Look who's here?" A mocking voice echoed behind me as I made my way towards my former room to catch some rest. I had tried to escape inside there—it was the only place that felt sanctuary. The only place that felt like the burden of the world isn't weighing down on me but then even that seems like a price that I have to work hard to earn. I didn't need to turn to know who the voice belonged to. I don't need to see who'd be bold enough to speak to the Luna in such a condescending manner. Of course, it was no other person than the bitch who killed my child and yet goes unpunished. In fact should I say, her situation got better. Thanks to the crime, she had Damian wrapped under her fingers and he now treated her like a golden egg. His words when he sent me out of his room dropped into my mind again: Only the woman who was carrying his child is allowed to stay in the room. Really? It had come to that. I couldn't help but think that he would say the same statement to m
Author's POV After the meeting had ended, the elders marched out of the hall and just as they reached the courtyard, Elder Scrolls legs felt like they didn't belong to him anymore. He had felt it but he thought he could manage until he reached his mansion but finally they buckled beneath him and he stumbled. His body hit the floor sharply, pain rippling through his side. "Ohh...." He winced in pain, lieing flat on the floor. He couldn't stand back on his own. "Please...." He called out. The other Elders noticed him and quickly rushed to help him out, their expression and voices plagued with concern as they pulled him to his feet. "Are you okay," Elder Seraphina asked, her eyes narrowing in a mix of fear and shock. "Is it your joint?" He nodded, swinging his arms across the shoulders of the two Elders who pulled him up and were already moving towards the palace gate to take him to his mansion that was just a stone away. Elder Scrolls health conditions was no news to anyone of t
Damian's POV "Since everyone is here, shall we start the council meeting?" I said, my sharp voice echoed through the hall. The Elders stood in front of me, their faces twisted in disgust, disdain and rage but they dare not say a word. They couldn't. Not even Seraphina, the sharp tongued with. They knew better than to piss me off with the armies standing at each designated corner of the hall. "The officer in charge of education." I gestured towards Elder Ray, standing at the far end of the room. "Can you give me the full report of the Academies in the pack? And how are the students doing in their studies?" The silence lingered for a beat. My carefully crafted hard gaze landed on him, expecting him to say something. But instead he looked away like he wasn't the one I was referring to. Or maybe he didn't hear me at all. I even glared at him, my gaze questioning but he didn't bulge. I scoffed. Revolting, isn't it? Good. Let's see how they can keep up with that attitude. With a sin
Author's POV Right. The Elders told her not to return to the palace. Where would she go? And is It right for her to just hide away from the troubles she caused like a coward? Waiting for the throne she gave out to be handed back to her while she did nothing? She wasn't in good health but she should be there to watch as everything unfolds. Especially to see the expression on Damian's face and savour the moment when he realises he has lost. "No, I'm fine. I'm going back to the palace," Elara said, her voice firm. She had to. She should. Even though she was going there to die, then so be it. She threw the hospital clothes off her, changing into her own dress. Clara helped her with her bag and together they stepped out of the hospital. The morning sun brushed against her skin and it made her feel a bit stronger than earlier. She smiled at herself, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. She told herself, everything would be okay. She had seen worse, so definitely this was ano
Author's POV Elara still at the hospital, slept on her bed while staring at nothingness. She was in the room just physically, but her mind? It was miles away, filled with different unbidden questions that were threatening to rip her heart apart. Elder Seraphina and Elder Marlow words echoed in Elara's ears, even two days after they had visited. "Considering the fact that he is your mate, can you betray him? Or if there was a need to kill him, can you sink a silver dagger into his heart?" Her throat tightened. She opened her mouth to answer but no words came out. She had never really thought about it. Yes, she could challenge him. Yes, she could drag him down from her father's throne. Yes... She can take everything that he's taken back. But sink a dagger to his heart? She can't say. Sure, she had thought of killing him several times in the past, yet she didn't think she could do it. Elder Seraphina smirked, holding her hands and squeezing it gently. She was a woman and she knows