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The Lurking Shadow

ผู้เขียน: Rainey Alta
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-05 10:58:46

The terror written across Selen’s face plunged the entire room into a sudden silence. Even Eden, usually so composed on the battlefield, held his breath at the sight.

"You recognize this medallion?" Kaelus’s question was sharp, leaving no room for lies.

Selen took a step back until his shoulder hit the doorframe. "I... I don't—"

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  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Goddess Artemis's blessing

    Cedric gripped the quill in his hand so tightly the fine wood creaked under the immense pressure. His eyes, dark and heavy with suppressed rage, stared intently at the map of the Hera territory pinned against the mahogany wall, examining the names of his trusted confidants one by one.The crimson ink from his desk lamp cast long, sinister shadows across the parchment, making the names of his lords look like potential targets. He was searching for a leak, meticulously analyzing every movement made in the past week, yet finding no definitive answer.How could the trap fail? Who had whispered into the ears of his enemies?The suffocating silence of the room was broken as tension vibrated off the heavy velvet curtains.Knock. Knock.

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    The Dog and Its Master

    Blood no longer splattered on the seventh lash. There was only a thick, dark red liquid slowly seeping from the torn skin, pooling over the dried wounds of previous strikes.The screams had vanished as well—replaced by short, raspy groans, as if the man's throat had given up long before his body completely broke.The stone floor of the dungeon was cold and damp. The pungent stench of blood mixed with the torch smoke that danced wildly on the walls.In the center of the room, a man hung with both hands bound by iron chains above his head. His once-intact back was now a mangled mess of red flesh extending from his shoulders to his waist.In several places, his skin was peeling away, exposing muscle that twitched weakly every time he drew a breath.

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Her True Face

    The study suddenly fell silent. Derrick observed every inch of Aira's facial expression—her slightly trembling lips, her eyes ready to spill tears, and the innocent look bound to melt anyone.Yet precisely from the perfection of that acting, Derrick's dulling logic was suddenly jolted awake."Aira," Derrick's voice changed. Cold, sharp, and leaving not a single layer of exhaustion behind. "How do you know details as specific as those about the green-eyed servant who set up magic on Roselyn's carriage wheel?"Aira froze for a moment. But in the blink of an eye, her eyes widened in natural surprise. "I... didn't I already tell you, Duke, I once lived and worked there for a brief moment—""You said that days before the servant was found poisoned to death in the

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Fangs That Appeared Too Late

    There are two kinds of weapons that can bring a duke to his knees: a sharp sword, and a woman's tears.Aira had mastered the second weapon ever since she learned how to survive and resolved to leave behind her impoverished life as a farm servant.At that time, the D'Arest estate still felt quiet and cold, even though several days had passed since Roselyn and Kaelus returned to the North.Derrick sat alone in the dim study, a folder containing surveillance reports from the palace guards lying untouched on the mahogany desk since dawn.Ever since the news of the green-eyed servant’s death reached him through the gatekeeper's lips, Derrick's mind had been spinning endlessly like a tangled thread.The door of the study seemed to seal him off from the rest of the world, trapping him in an eternity of quiet guilt. Every shadow cast by the flickering chandelier felt like a silent accusation, reminding him of the choices that had led to this desolate isolation. He didn't even bother trimming

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    The Silenced Servant

    Kaelus held Roselyn’s hand tightly throughout the procession, not letting go for a single moment even as he returned the greetings of local nobles who took turns approaching them.Yet, just as the village elder was about to recite the closing prayer, Kaelus suddenly stepped forward and released his grip on his wife’s hand.The entire square went instantly silent as their Grand Duke knelt on the stage—right in front of his wife, beneath the gaze of hundreds of eyes."Kael, what are you—""Wait for a moment." Kaelus looked up, his fingers reaching for Roselyn’s hand, which remained frozen in shock. "I want to say something. In front of all the people of the North as my witnesses."Murmurs of emotio

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Lanterns That Bring Hope

    The day of the festival arrived sooner than Roselyn had expected.Since the break of dawn, the estate’s square had been packed with locals who had traveled in droves from the outermost villages. Each carried a paper lantern and a basket filled with dried rebloom petals to scatter along the main road.Roselyn stood on the veranda, watching the sea of people slowly fill every corner of the square. The snow that had fallen since last night still clung lightly to the rooftops, providing a white backdrop for the colorful lanterns that were being lit one by one."It’s so crowded," she murmured softly."Told you so, didn't I?" Kaelus stood beside her. A thick, dark blue cloak rested neatly on his shoulders, making the Valthorne crest on his chest gleam even brighter. "Just wait until tonight. This entire valley will be filled with light.""The whole grand duchy looks bright, Kael.""Indeed. Because stars are rarely visible in the cloudy Northern sky, these lanterns look like a sea of golden

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    The Bruises of Betrayal

    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

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    The Forsaken Sanctity

    "Prove your love, Lady. Try serving me tonight."The voice was soft, yet it carried no melody—only the toll of a death knell.Roselyn remained motionless on the cold marble, letting her knees go numb. Her dignity as the sole daughter of Count Sirius had long been cast aside. All that remained was a

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Warm Snow

    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

  • No Longer Your Puppet, Duke    Just For A Moment

    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

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