Masuk~Lydia's POV~I stood there in the middle of the room, staring at Jethro and Serah like I had walked into some kind of nightmare. "Is this why you brought me here?" My voice came out sharp, but inside my chest everything felt heavy and tight.The guards had dragged me straight from the cold stone cell. I could still picture it clearly in my mind, the damp walls covered in green slime, the iron bars that smelled of rust and old blood, the tiny puddle of water in the corner that never dried. I had paced that small space for hours, feeling the weight of every insult Serah had thrown at me. Now they expected me to stand here and beg?Jethro looked at me without any softness. "I said, apologize to Serah right now or risk being taken back to the dungeon."Serah held Silas close to her chest, watching me with calm eyes and Maribel stood a few steps behind her, quiet and watchful as always. I felt my pride burn, but I knew I had no choice if I wanted to be out of that hole because I don't kno
Serah's POVI stood at the entrance of the dungeon, rage burning hot in my chest like fresh blood. The memory of Lydia slapping me in front of the maids still stung on my cheek. She really thought she could disrespect me openly and the only punishment would be a night in this cold cell? Hell no! That was too easy, and merciful.Before she could even turn fully toward the sound of my footsteps, I moved and sped like a wind through the bars, my fangs were fully extended, claws out. My nails raked across her arms, her shoulders, chest, even deeper that I got angry and made the scratches tear through her fabric and skin. Lydia gasped, trying to fight back, swinging wildly, but I was faster now. Stronger that every time she reached for me, I was already somewhere else, leaving fresh marks on her body.She stumbled backward, blood welling up in her thin red lines. "Stop!" She yelled.But I didn't because I wanted her to feel even a fraction of the humiliation she had thrown at me for months
Lydia's POVThe banquet hall had barely emptied when I slipped away from the lingering guests and made my way straight to Jethro's private chamber. My blood was still boiling from everything that had just happened. The way he had lifted that child high, given him a name, and then without even a warning, he announced Serah as queen. My hands shook as I pushed the heavy door open.Jethro stood by the window, staring out into the night. He didn't turn around immediately.“What is the meaning of what just happened out there?” I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. “First you name the child, then you go ahead and pronounce Serah as your queen? A woman with forbidden blood running through her veins, and the entire council just accepted it without question!”He finally faced me, expression calm in a way that only made me angrier. "I had to do what is right because my son needs a proper place in this world. I don't want him growing up hating me the way some children hate their fathers."I s
Serah's POVThe morning light filtered through the narrow windows of the palace like it had decided to be gentle for once. I was still trying to wrap my head around the sudden shift when maids appeared at my cell door, faces bright and nervous. They unlocked it, their voices soft and respectful. “My lady, Lord Jethro has called for you, please allow us to prepare you.” They led me upstairs. I expected more questions or another round of accusations, but instead they took me straight to the bathing chamber.Warm water steamed in the large copper tub as they helped me undress, poured scented oils into the bath, and washed my hair with careful fingers. It seems I was dreaming when another group of maids brought my son, cleaned him gently, and dressed him in soft white linen embroidered with silver thread. They even bowed to me! I mean actual bows, heads lowered, and voices respectful."My lady," one whispered, "Lord Jethro wants to see you when you're ready."I sat there in fresh silk, my
Tristan's POVI stood frozen in the shadows just outside the palace gates, staring at the tall stone walls that had once been everything I knew. The wind carried faint sounds from inside with distant voices, the clink of armor, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Centuries peeled away like old paint, and suddenly I was eleven again, small and scared, watching my mother on her knees in the grand hall.She scrubbed the marble floor with a rag that was already brown from dirt and blood. Her back was bent, hair falling loose from its knot, but she never complained. Another queen, tall, jeweled, and cruel, walked past and stopped to watch. "Do it well," she said, her voice dripping honey with venom. "Scrub it harder! We don't want streaks."My mother nodded without looking up, then the queen moved on. I stayed hidden behind a pillar, my heart hammering. When the rogues came, I followed them quietly, slipping through side passages I'd learned by heart. They dragged my mother to a priva
Serah’s POVThe dungeon door clanged shut behind me with a sound like finality. They hadn’t even bothered to chain me this time, just shoved me inside and left. I landed on my knees in the straw, dust puffing up around me. The place smelled of the usual damp stone, old blood, and faintly sour. I looked around at the familiar bars, the narrow slit of window high up that let in thin gray light, and a small, tired smile tugged at my lips.“Looks like home again,” I whispered to myself. The words tasted bitter, but they were true in a twisted way. This place had seen me at my lowest, chained, bleeding, and begging. Yet here I was again, breathing, and fighting. I pushed to my feet and brushed straw from my skirt, but the real truth is... I can’t stay here long. Not with my son upstairs in their hands, after what happened today, trusting Mirabel around my child will be my last thought.She’d lied so easily in front of the whole hall. How could I be sure she wasn’t hurting him right now? And







