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When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."
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No Reply From The Crown Chapter 9
Leon did not lie beside me.He knew he had no such right.Instead, he knelt three steps before my coffin—like the most devout believer. Like the lowest sinner.From his sleeve, he drew the dagger he had hidden there.He did not aim for his heart.He turned the blade to his left wrist and cut. The artery split. Blood rushed out, striking the cold stone in steady drops.Then his right wrist—He carved deeper this time.So deep the bone showed.A muffled groan slipped from him. Sweat gathered at his brow.Jaw clenched, he raised the dagger to his chest—slightly left, never the true center of his heart.The blade sank in.Twisted.Withdrew—slow.He did not seek mercy.He chose punishment.Blood soaked through his mourning clothes and spilled across the stone, spreading wide like a dark, ruined blossom. It crept outward, inch by inch, until it reached the base of my coffin.His breaths turned ragged. Thin. The color drained from his face.With what little strength remained
No Reply From The Crown Chapter 8
Mira hung from the highest gate of the Royal Capital.The rope carved into her slender neck. The sun showed no mercy. Her fair skin blistered and split beneath the heat.Each day, at the same hour, a royal messenger stood below and called out, "Do you admit your guilt?"On the first day, she screamed until her voice tore raw—curses for me, for Leon, for every soul who dared look up.On the second, the curses broke into pleas. Thin. Shaking. Almost lost to the wind.By the third, even that was gone. Her lips were split and swollen. Her eyes, burned dry by sun and thirst, barely opened.At dawn on the fourth day, the first blade of light cut across what remained of her.The soldiers brought her down.Without a word, they severed her head.Before her end, she still begged Leon to spare her—for her brother's sake.Leon did not answer.He did not ask how she died. He did not look toward the gate.Instead, he locked himself inside the hall where my body lay.Seven days passed.
No Reply From The Crown Chapter 7
Torches guttered in the dungeon, firelight flashing over hooks and iron blades.Mira hung chained to the wall. The softness she once wore like silk was gone.She saw Leon and forced a crooked smile. "Your Majesty... you finally came. I knew you couldn't bear to—""You reassigned the guards."His voice was flat as stone.Mira jerked her head up, tears streaking her face. "I didn't. You have to believe me—""Enough." The word struck like a blade. "The Captain of the Royal Guard told me everything. Every lie. Every whisper you fed me. Mira, I gave you my trust. Why did you harm my queen?"His eyes held no fury—only grief, deep and hollow."Even now," he said quietly, "you will not give me a single truth?"She met his gaze. The tears stopped.Hatred flared, bright and naked."So what if I did?"Mira lifted her chin. Madness flickered in her eyes."Why should she have it? A jealous, narrow-hearted woman—why should she be queen? Why should she have you? I loved you. From the fir
No Reply From The Crown Chapter 6
Staged death? Fled together?Each word sank into Leon."Search the city. Seal every gate. Call the Royal Guard. We ride for Valecrest Castle."They reached the castle by dusk.At the gates, my mother stepped before him, arms outstretched."Your Majesty, you have taken Aya's body. She is dead. And Elia—he fell into a ravine after saving her. We do not know if he lives. Have mercy."Leon flung the ring at her feet. "Still shielding them? This is proof."Search the estate. Tear it apart."She seized his leg. "No. You cannot enter."The horses screamed and reared. Steel flashed.In the surge of bodies, the sword at his waist slipped free.A sickening sound.The blade plunged into her chest.Leon went still. His pupils shrank as she crumpled before him.He dropped to his knees, hands pressing against the blood that would not stop."Mother!"I ran to her, sobbing. My arms passed through her cooling body.Why? Why must I watch this, even in death?The light left her eyes—lik
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