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Chapter 4
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2026-04-01 00:48:35
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At dawn, before the castle had fully awakened, Lyria was taken from the room in silence and brought to the Avelaine family’s country estate—a discreet residence surrounded by high gardens and far from prying eyes.There, within walls that guarded old secrets, the lessons began.Hidden from the rest of the staff, the young noblewoman and the usurper stood face to face, separated only by fate, repeating gestures, words, and silences under the knight’s strict supervision. Day after day, Lyria learned to walk like a lady, to hold a gaze without defiance, to incline her head with the exact measure of respect, while Elinor corrected every mistake with urgency and barely concealed nerves.And over time—much to everyone’s surprise—Lyria began to move through the estate as if she had always belonged there.She walked the corridors with quiet confidence. Sat at the table with natural grace. Returned greetings with a gentle ease no one questioned.The maids, accustomed to obeying without asking,
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The sound of the door opening shattered the silence of the room.Lyria lifted her head at once.She was still seated on the bed, her wrists bound in front of her, her body stiff from tension and a sleepless night. Morning light streamed more strongly through the high window now, illuminating the room with a clarity that brought no comfort.It was not the knight who entered first.It was her.A young woman dressed in fine fabrics of soft colors, her hair carefully arranged, her posture revealing breeding and education. Every movement was controlled—elegant, practiced since birth.She took only two steps into the room… and stopped cold.Her eyes widened in disbelief.The air seemed to leave her lungs.Before her, bound, disheveled, dressed in humble clothes and marked by exhaustion, stood someone who should not exist.It was like staring into a cruel mirror.“No…” Elinor whispered. “This is not possible.”Lyria stared back with equal intensity.She had never seen a noble lady this close
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The knight did not speak immediately.He simply stood there, watching her, as if the world itself had made a mistake by placing her in that room. The flickering lamplight illuminated the young woman’s face with cruel clarity, revealing features he knew far too well.That face.That cursed face.“Step forward,” he ordered at last.Lyria hesitated, but obeyed. Her bare feet moved across the cold floor as the silence thickened between them. The old man remained on the ground, breathing unevenly, not daring to lift his head.“Who are you?” the knight asked. “Answer carefully.”“I already did,” she replied. “Lyria. Nothing more.”“Your mother?”“Dead.”“Where were you born?”“Here.”“Have you ever served in a noble house?”“Never.”Each answer seemed to tighten something inside the armed man. He took a step toward her. Then another. His eyes searched her with unsettling intensity, looking for flaws, differences—anything that would deny the obvious.He found nothing.He raised his hand with
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Long before the Demon King rejected yet another betrothed in the palace courtyard, Elinor Avelaine’s fate had already been decided—without her ever being consulted.The news came on a gray afternoon, when the sky seemed to hang heavy over the Avelaine estate. Elinor was embroidering by the window, absently watching the wind shake the trees in the garden, when her maid entered without announcement, pale.“My lady… your father awaits you in the main hall.”It was not an invitation.It was an order.Elinor set the needle down. Her chest tightened with a bitter intuition. She walked through the stone corridors, her heart pounding against her ribs, aware of the stiffness in the air, of the servants’ uneasy silence as they avoided her gaze.The hall was lit by the fire in the hearth. Her father, Lord Avelaine, stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He was an imposing figure—broad shoulders, well-kept beard, a hard gaze. The gaze of a man who had learned to survive by obeying those mo
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No one looked the king in the eye.Not because it was forbidden—though it was—but because holding Edrion of Aurenhall’s gaze meant exposing oneself to a coldness that did not seem human. His blue eyes, clear and piercing, did not observe—they evaluated. They did not seek approval or obedience; they sought weakness.The throne room rose in dark marble, its columns so tall they seemed to bear the weight of the entire kingdom. Torches, aligned with military precision, cast long shadows that twisted along the walls like restless creatures. That place was not built for love, nor for promises. It was built for power.Edrion stood upon the dais, unmoving, a black crown set upon his head. His silver-white hair, cut with severity, framed a hard face marked by a cold beauty many considered unnatural. There was no softness in him. No trace of indulgence.“The Crowned Demon…” some whispered, believing he could not hear them.But the king heard everything.The young women stood before him like off
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