MasukKaelus's words sounded more like an accusation than a question. Even his red eyes, which usually gazed at her with utmost tenderness, were now laced with deep suspicion.
Roselyn did not answer right away.
Her heart hammered wildly. Her hands trembled at the mere thought of what kind of lie she should concoct.
"Kael—"![]()
The pain that struck her chest that night did not shatter Isabella into nothingness. Instead, the cruel betrayal she had witnessed with her own eyes acted as a sharp, agonizing whip.It forced her tear-stained eyes wide open, shattering the long, foolish dream she had clung to for so many years.Even though she had allowed herself to be treated as an ignored puppet empress, reduced to a mere quiet ghost in the grand imperial estate, she vowed never to let this blood-soaked throne destroy her family or her homeland. Yet, deep down in the quietest, most vulnerable depths of her bruised heart, a tragic truth remained—she still loved Cedric.She loved the man who had once been her entire world, the man who had held her hand before the crown consumed his soul.
Isabella stood frozen at the threshold, her wide eyes locked onto the woman's distinct features.The face was painfully familiar—the very same face painted on a hidden canvas inside Cedric's private study.She was the Princess of Sorox, Cedric's first love and childhood sweetheart who had been torn away from him by past political rivalries.The soft creak of the door caused the woman's playful laughter to abruptly cease.Cedric turned his head toward the entrance, a brief flash of surprise crossing his sharp crimson eyes.Yet he made no effort to move or remove his arm from around the foreign princess's waist."Isabella?" Cedric called out, his voice unnaturally calm and voi
Although the Southern Kingdom was officially a neutral territory, its rulers had never forgotten the nobility of Hera's former emperors.For generations, the throne had been occupied by sovereign leaders whose wisdom guided the continent through volatile times.However, everything shifted dramatically when Cedric’s father ascended the imperial throne.Not only did he look entirely different from his predecessors, but he also harbored an insatiable hunger for political dominion.To consolidate his absolute rule, the emperor swiftly banished his own nephew, Kaelus, to a frozen outpost at the edge of the border.Standing beneath the vast gray sky, Isabella watched the clouds drift across the horizon.
The patter of raindrops tapping against the waiting room window slowly blurred Isabella’s reflection. The sound carried her mind far back to a cold night seven years ago.A night when her destiny became inextricably bound to a young man who now stood on the precipice of ruin right before her eyes.Her fingers touched the cold glass. A thin veil of condensation clung to the tip of her index finger.Seven years. She could still smell the damp earth from that night.Under the cover of a night sky shrouded in thick fog, Isabella walked slowly along the riverbank at the outermost boundary of the palace grounds. The rustling water and the murmur of the night wind were the sole comforts for her frail body.“Princess, let
Isabella let out a soft, bitter chuckle. It was a faint, fragile sound, yet sharp enough to make Cedric’s brow furrow deeply."Laugh all you like, Isabella," Cedric snarled."And if I refuse to play along in your farce?" Isabella asked, her tone eerily calm."The imperial physician will examine you this afternoon," Cedric replied, smoothing his leather gloves with casual, practiced control. "So that the entire court witnesses just how deeply I care for my wife’s fragile condition.""So that everyone hears your manufactured diagnosis.""So that everyone hears the truth.""A truth you constructed yourself, Cedric."Cedric lea
In the most secluded corner of Hera Palace, the room was bone-chillingly cold and practically devoid of light. The fading afternoon sunlight could only peer through the narrow slats of a high, iron-barred window, casting thin, gloomy shadows across the damp stone floor.Isabella sat rigid on the edge of a bare wooden bed. Her frame trembled faintly—not merely from the draft creeping up from the flagstones, but from the searing ache that throbbed beneath her garments.The heavy wooden door groaned open on rusted hinges. Two middle-aged maidservants stepped inside without bowing or uttering a word of greeting. Their faces were devoid of warmth, entirely stripped of the profound reverence they once displayed when Isabella sat exalted upon the throne as Empress."Stand up, Your Majesty," one of the maids commanded, her voice flat and stiff. "His Majesty has ordered us to dress you before the banquet begins."Isabella offered no response. She blinked slowly, drawing upon whatever strength
A stifling silence enveloped the balcony, broken only by the sound of Roselyn’s ragged, fractured breaths. Before her, Kaelus stood motionless, like an ice sculpture untouched by time.Roselyn lowered her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "Forgive me for forcing you to witness such a shamefu
Three days of confinement were enough for the bruises on Roselyn’s body to fade from a deep purple to a dull yellow. Thanks to the Elysium from her uncle, the wound on her forehead had dwindled to a thin red line.Vogard personally ensured that the mark was buried under layers of powder before drag
No one greeted Roselyn as she left the room. There was only a silence that felt like an insult, making her misery complete.A few servants were called to drag her away, but Roselyn brushed their hands off.Step by step, holding onto the wall, she walked down the corridor with every joint in her bod
Roselyn ran out without looking back. The night chill pierced her skin, shielded only by a thin gown, but it was nothing compared to the frantic hammering of her heart. It throbbed between anxiety and a strange sense of satisfaction for having just trampled on the Duke’s ego.The four-hour journey







