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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 93

Penulis: MIKS DELOSO
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-11 20:01:58

Emereah remained motionless, the flames at her back tracing her silhouette like an ash-born goddess. Her hand rose to her swollen belly, and her breath caught.

I am afraid," she said at last, voice breaking like dry bark. "Once they reach us, they will certainly murder my baby as long as she lies within me. I believe. the prophecies are coming true."

She gazed in the direction of the flickering ward-stones guarding the cave.

"This child I bear… it's not even Vladimir's. It's fire and blood. It's the fury of the old line combined with the power of the Red Crescent Moon Alpha. If they even get a whisper of her full power, they'll come. All of them."

She looked at Rhovan, who leaned back against the wall of the cave, his face white and scarred with deep bruises and raw lash-marks.

"I'll not let anyone hurt you, Emereah," he repeated, voice rough but firm. "Least of all your child. I swore to Vladimir… I'd protect you."

He attempted to stand, but a shaft of pain shot through his side, an
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    The sun had started to set below the horizon, painting the sky in a colorful cascade of pinks and purples, the flames from the hearth flickering across the walls of the cabin. Outside, the world was silent still, as if it were holding its breath for something to happen. Within, though, there was a murmur of life, an unusual, tentative peace that neither Emereah nor Vladimir could as yet quite believe in, though both yearned for it.Vladimir, a once towering figure of power and control, now knelt beside Emereah with a tenderness that was even a little alien to him. His once cruel hands were now soft as he spread a blanket over Lunareth, folding it neatly against the side of the hearth.He straightened and turned to Emereah, the flickering light of the fire catching in his dark eyes. His face softened when he met her gaze, and he took a careful step closer, his movements deliberate slow, as if afraid of startling her."You look beautiful tonight," he said, his voice low and rich, the wo

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    The following dayAs the first light of morning pierced the leafy canopy that encircled the Crescent land, Rhovan and Vera strode along together, their footsteps light across the dewy earth. The tension that had once held their land in a vise-like grip had relaxed since Morgane's defeat, an air of wary peace had gained hold. Still, the two soldiers patrolled the borders, always watchful, conditioned to anticipate harm even in times of quiet.“I never thought I’d see the day we’d be walking patrols without fear of an ambush,” Vera murmured, her eyes scanning the horizon.Rhovan grunted in agreement, adjusting the grip on the blade strapped across his back. “It’s strange. Quiet. Almost too quiet.”They came around a turn that brought them into the center of the village clearing, hoping to see the typical morning scene warriors honing swords, elders fueling fires, young people hauling water. But instead, they saw something that caused both of them to hesitate.Vladimir.He wasn't observi

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    The days after Emereah and Vladimir's unguarded, private talk saw the start of a new page one that none of them could have foreseen. The mood in the camp changed imperceptibly, the way the air is before a storm, but this time, the storm was that of hope, not of destruction. Vladimir, who had been respected for his brutal tactics and calculating ambition before, had started to woo Emereah. The manner in which he treated her was changed now gentle, patient, and sincere. Everything he did was as if done on purpose, every word as if spoken with care. There were no longer the calculating, manipulative undercurrents that had characterized every moment they shared. The Vladimir who had dominated with an iron fist was being gradually supplanted by a man who would relinquish that very fist to construct something authentic with her.It was in how he watched Emereah when he thought she was unaware. The care in his eyes, the gentleness in his tone when he addressed her, and the respect that shon

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    As the days went by and the world beyond the village started to heal, something shifted between Vladimir and Emereah. What had been the fragments of a shattered past betrayals, hurts, and unspoken words started to recede into the background. In their place began to develop something new, something tentative but unmistakably there: the tenuous beginnings of hope and reconciliation.Vladimir, however still tormented by his past, was not the same. No longer the cruel leader, the tyrant who had once pursued power regardless of the cost, he now was a man acutely cognizant of his frailties and errors. The choices he had made for Emereah, for Lunareth, were not done out of duty they were born of something more, something he had never previously experienced: love.He observed her, unobtrusively, from afar at first. Being with her was like salve to the rawness he had gone so long with. The manner in which she held Lunareth, the gentleness with which she touched him, the quiet strength with eac

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    Vladimir stood beside her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Together,” he repeated, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.And for the first time since the shadows had fallen across their lives, Emereah felt a sense of peace. They were no longer fleeing from the past they were moving towards a new future. One that they would construct together, step by step, flame by flame.People rejoice theres no threat anymore.As the days went by, the earth began to mend. The villagers who had previously huddled in the darkened corners of fear now strolled with their heads held high, a spirit of renewal burning like fire through the villages. The devastation that had previously marred the land was gradually being covered with fresh growth, new hope, as if the earth itself had been imbued with the vigor of the battle that had been fought and won.Lunareth, older and more powerful, her small hands now clenching the world with fierce curiosity, had grown to be a symbol of renewal. He

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    Later, a tenuous peace fell over the land, as though the land itself had breathed a collective sigh of relief. Emereah, Lunareth safely in her arms once more, felt a peace she hadn't known in years. The battle had been fought and won. The darkness that had threatened to devour them all was gone. But even with the peace that had been, she knew in her very bones that the scars would never fully heal. The land, her people, and she herself each had been forever altered.And yet, there was a hope that began to build in her, something that hadn't existed previously. Vladimir had shown himself, again and again, in those last moments. He had fought alongside her, risking his own life, never hesitating, never faltering. For the first time, Emereah felt the full weight of his change.The man who had once been a tyrant cruel and ruthless was something else now. She could perceive it in the manner he took care of Lunareth, the softness of his eyes whenever he gazed at her. The way he hung around

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