ログインLyraThe day had gone surprisingly well, which I appreciated more than I wanted to admit. There had been no interruptions and no more unexpected letters.Habeela and I returned to my room after the walk in the palace gardens to catch a little more talk. An hour or so later, Raguel walked in and Habeela scurried out of the room like she had been caught doing something wrong.After a late dinner, Raguel and I had spent some time together in my room, talking about my day.Raguel had been tired when we finally went to bed. He had barely laid down for a few minutes before the tension gradually left his body, his breathing becoming slow and even as sleep claimed him. I stayed awake for a while beside him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as I stared into the darkness.The room was quiet enough that I could hear the faint sounds of the palace guards pacing outside the door. I watched the shadows move across the ceiling for a while, my thoughts wandering aimlessly until sleep f
RaguelThe report from Hong Kong arrived a few minutes before noon.I was sitting in the council room, going through another stressful meeting when one of the palace guards entered carrying a sealed envelope. The quiet chatter of the council members stopped as the guard approached. He bowed before approaching the table and placed the sealed envelope carefully in front of me.“My King, this arrived a few minutes ago for you.”My attention settled immediately on the seal impressed into the wax. I did not need to open it to know where it had come from.Hong Kong.“Thank you, Andrew.”The guard bowed again and left, closing the door quietly behind him. For a moment, the overlapping voices of the council members faded to the background, my attention remaining on the envelope in front of me. Reports from the eastern territories had become routine since Miguel’s departure, although none of them ever failed to hold my attention.Victor leaned forward slightly, his attention shifting from the
HabeelaI had noticed the change in Lyra for several days, and by now, I was beginning to worry.It wasn’t obvious to anyone who didn’t know her. She still smiled when someone spoke to her, still joined the kitchen servants and I to prepare meals when she felt like it, and still carried herself with the same quiet grace as before. If anyone asked whether something was wrong, she would immediately insist that she was fine.But I had spent enough time around her to know that her version of fine and everyone else’s version were not always the same.That morning, I found her sitting near the window in her room with a book open in her lap. She had been staring at the same page for so long that I wondered whether she had forgotten she was holding it.I knocked lightly against the open door to get her attention. “Lyra?”She blinked and looked up. “Oh… Habeela.”I smiled as I stepped inside. “How long have you been reading?”She glanced down at the book like she just remembered it was there.
LyraThe following morning, I decided I wasn’t going to ignore the letters anymore.Every letter had become more personal than the last. They no longer spoke in vague warnings or impossible predictions. Whoever was writing them knew too much. They knew what questions I’d asked Raguel over dinner. They knew what dress I was going to wear before I even did. They also somehow knew exactly which thoughts lingered in my head after every conversation.That alone was enough to make them impossible to dismiss.But I also wasn’t going to trust them blindly.So, instead of choosing a side, I decided to do something else.I’d test them.If the letters were trying to manipulate me, I’d eventually catch them contradicting themselves. If they were telling the truth… then I’d discover that on my own.Either way, I refused to let someone else decide what I believed.As I brushed my hair in front of the vanity mirror, I remembered the last sentence from yesterday's letter.Stop listening only to what
CharlotteUncertainty had always been my favorite kind of emotion to work with.Facts were unchangeable. Truths could be verified, challenged, or defended with evidence.Uncertainty, on the other hand, worked very differently. It encouraged people to ask questions without demanding answers. It made them fill the empty spaces with their own fears, assumptions, and suspicions. All of those self-created doubts were often far more powerful than any lie I could have invented for them.That was why a small smile found its way onto my face as I walked away from the council corridor. It wasn’t wide enough to attract attention, nor careless enough to betray what I was thinking. It was the kind of satisfied smile that disappeared the instant another person looked in my direction.The council was worried.I had seen it in Raguel’s eyes, even though he had answered my question with the calm confidence that came so naturally to him.“Everything is fine.”Maybe he truly believed those words or he j
RaguelThe council chamber was already buzzing with tension by the time I arrived. Although everyone was trying to maintain a composed appearance, I couldn’t help but notice the uneasy glances they kept exchanging.The moment I stepped inside, every conversation died and the room fell silent.I walked toward my seat at the head of the table, acknowledging the council with a small nod before taking my place.“Good morning,” I said.“Good morning, King Raguel,” several voices answered in unison.I rested both hands on the table and slowly looked around the room, studying the expressions before me. None of them looked particularly eager to begin.“I was told this couldn’t wait.”Maximus exchanged a brief glance with Victor before clearing his throat. “We’ve received reports from the royal archives.”I frowned. “The archives? What about them?”Without a word, another council member, Elias slid a small stack of reports across the polished table toward me. I picked them up and began reading
LyraBy the fifth shower, even the freezing water failed to quench the heat raging within. It only made me more hypersensitive, turning every drop of icy cold water into an agonizing tease against my flesh.I stepped back into the silver-bathed bedroom, my silk nightgown clinging to my damp body li
LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me