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Chapter 38 – A Different Kind of Truth (Serenya’s POV)The journal lay heavy in my lap, its leather cover worn soft with age, the ink on its pages faded yet still alive with secrets. I had read enough to know that Elaria was not just a name from whispers and portraits. She was real—flesh and blood—and she was my blood too. My twin.I traced the curve of her handwriting with trembling fingers, part of me wanting to dive deeper into her words, part of me afraid of what I might find if I turned another page.The air in the small chamber was still, heavy with candle smoke, until a firm knock at the door broke the silence. My heart jolted.“Serenya?”His voice.Caspian.I rose so quickly the journal slid to the floor with a dull thud. For a moment I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, until the door opened and he stepped inside.The sight of him unraveled me. His cloak was dusted with ash, his hair damp with the mist that clung to the night outside. His eyes, sharp and storm-dark, searched th
Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince Ch 37 Jornal Of Elaria
Chapter 37 – The Journal of ElariaI barely slept.When I finally closed my eyes after Caspian’s abrupt departure, my mind kept replaying the tension of the night—the whispered urgency of his soldier, the shadow in Caspian’s expression before he left. It was as though something heavy pressed on his shoulders, something he refused to name.And then there was me, lying in his bed with his scent still lingering in the sheets, wondering whether I was a fool for trusting him or a fool for not trusting him enough.The darkness behind my eyelids brought no peace. Only the echo of questions. The Queen. The portrait. The way Caspian’s voice had faltered when I pressed him too close to the truth.By dawn, I gave up on sleep entirely.The manor corridors were hushed when I slipped out. Caspian’s men didn’t stop me; perhaps they thought I was harmless, or perhaps he had left some quiet order not to restrain me. Either way, I was grateful. I needed space from him, space to breathe, to think.More
Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince ch 36
The knock at the door still rang in my ears long after Caspian’s man had gone, swallowed back into the night. I sat at the table, staring at the dying candle as its flame flickered and twisted, shadows crawling across the stone walls. My chest felt tight, as though the air itself had grown heavier. Caspian had turned his back to me, his broad frame cast in gold and shadow, shoulders tense as if he carried the weight of an entire kingdom upon them.I should have spoken first, demanded answers, but silence pressed harder than words. When he finally turned, his eyes met mine with a storm I couldn’t name.“Kael has moved,” he said simply, though the words were thick with meaning. “He’s closer than we feared.”The weight of his voice sank into me. Kael—always the phantom, the shadow just beyond reach—now loomed nearer. My breath caught, and I pressed my palms against the table to steady myself.“How close?” I asked. The question scraped my throat, though I tried to make it sound steady.“C
Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince ch 35
Chapter 35 — Firelight and Strategy (Serenya’s POV)The day stretched long in the quiet manor, the air heavy with the scent of herbs drying near the window. I sat by the hearth, pulling my knees to my chest, watching as Caspian leaned over the wooden table with a map unrolled before him. His brow furrowed in thought, the firelight sharpening the edges of his features.I had grown used to studying him in silence — the way he always seemed half in the present and half in some memory, the weight of secrets resting heavy on his shoulders. But today, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.“We can’t hide here forever,” I said softly, my voice breaking the hush of the room.His dark eyes lifted, locking with mine, and I felt that familiar ripple of tension. He didn’t answer immediately; he never did. Caspian’s silences were deliberate, thoughtful, a habit of someone who had learned long ago that words could be weapons.“No,” he agreed finally, his voice low. “We cannot. Kael won’t rest. And
Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince Ch 34
Chapter 34 — Whispers of the Past (Serenya’s POV)The morning had settled into a slow rhythm, the manor quiet except for the occasional whisper of wind through the ivy and the soft hiss of the fire. I found myself lingering by the hearth, tracing the faint patterns of warmth across the wooden floorboards, and watching Caspian move with that same careful deliberation that had drawn me in yesterday. There was a patience to him, a quiet command that seemed to exist even in this secluded corner of the world. And, though I tried to ignore it, it made my pulse quicken in ways I had not felt in a long time.I caught him glancing at me from the corner of his eye, and I realized that something had shifted overnight. There was less restraint now, a subtle tension in his shoulders, as if he were weighing the distance between us. It reminded me painfully of those stolen moments at the palace — moments that had been both tantalizing and forbidden, where every glance, every touch, was laced with da
Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince Ch 33
Chapter 33 — The Quiet Manor (Serenya’s POV)The morning light crept lazily through the narrow window of the small manor, painting long, thin stripes across the wooden floor. Serenya blinked against the soft brightness, the ropes around her wrists now gone but the faint marks on her skin a constant reminder of the night before. The quiet was almost foreign — no music, no clatter of servants, no the distant echo of the palace. Just the low crackle of the fire and the rhythmic sound of Caspian moving across the room.Her heart jumped slightly as she watched him, not from fear, but from curiosity. He was bending over the hearth, sharpening a dagger with a focus that made her stomach twist. She couldn’t help but notice the careful precision in his movements, the way his dark hair fell over his eyes, and the faint scars along his knuckles. Even in this small, secluded space, he carried himself like a predator who knew exactly what he wanted — and she had to admit, that part of him fascinat
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