Kael's POV
I found Thane waiting for me in my study the next morning, his face drawn with exhaustion but his eyes sharp with purpose. Documents and ledgers were spread across my desk, and I could see he had been working through the night."You look like hell," I observed, settling into the chair across from him."I have been researching Lydia's claims as you requested," he said without preamble. "What I discovered is deeply troubling.""Show me."He opened it to pages marked with strips of parchment. "According to these records, Lydia actually disappeared three years ago. But, look at these entries - payments for different expenses under her name."I studied the neat columns of figures, my stomach sinking with each entry. "If they had no idea where she was , her household would not have continued these routines.""Exactly. So I sent a rider to the Silver estate yesterday to make discreet inquiries." Thane's expression grSena's POVThe tension in the room was suffocating as Lydia settled into the chair with that predatory smile. I could feel the weight of her gaze studying me, as if she were cataloging every detail about my appearance and condition."Lydia," Kael's voice cut through the silence, firm and authoritative. "Sena needs her rest. Perhaps this conversation can wait for another time."Her smile faltered for just a moment, a flash of irritation crossing her delicate features. "Of course," she said, though her tone suggested she was anything but pleased with the dismissal. "How thoughtless of me to tire you when you are still recovering."She rose gracefully from the chair, smoothing down her blue dress. "I do hope we will have more time to chat soon, Sena. There is so much I am eager to discuss with you."The way she said my name made my skin crawl, but I managed to nod politely. "I look forward to it."After Lydia glided from the room with one last meaningful look in my direction, silence set
🪷🪷CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN Sena's POV Two days had passed since I awakened, and though my body grew stronger with each hour, my mind remained clouded with questions that no one seemed eager to answer. I sat propped against pillows in bed, picking at the bowl of soup Vera had brought me, when I finally voiced the concern that had been weighing on my heart. "The little girl," I said quietly. "The child who died. What happened after... after I failed to save her?" Kael, who had been reading correspondence in the chair beside my bed, looked up sharply. Something painful flickered across his features. "Sena, you do not need to burden yourself with—" "I need to know," I interrupted, setting the bowl aside. "Please. I remember what happened. I remember her convulsions, the blood, her mother's screams. What came after?" Vera, who had been quietly mending a torn dress by the window, set down her needle and thread. "Child, perhaps it would be better to focus on your recovery before revisit
Sena's POVThe first sensation was light piercing through my closed eyelids, warm and golden against my skin. Then came the feeling of weight—my body had substance again, solid and real beneath soft sheets.My eyes fluttered open slowly, the world coming into focus in fragments. A ceiling painted with delicate patterns. Walls I recognized. The familiar scent of lavender and sunshine that belonged to my chamber in Kael's castle.I was back."Oh merciful goddess," gasped a voice from somewhere to my left.I turned my head—such a simple movement that felt monumental after months of existing as nothing but consciousness—to see young Clara, one of the castle maids, standing frozen with a cloth in her hands. Her eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me."My lady," she whispered. "You are awake."Before I could speak, before I could even attempt to sit up, Clara dropped her cleaning supplies and ran from the room, her voic
Sena's POVFour days passed in the gray world before Lysander returned.I had spent those days rehearsing what I would say, how I would present my decision without revealing the desperate calculations that had led me to it. When his tall silhouette finally emerged from the mist, I was ready."You look more composed than when I last saw you," he observed, studying my face with those unsettling eyes.I had forced myself to sit upright despite the exhaustion that weighed down my limbs. Whatever weakness I felt, I would not let him see me cowering on the ground again."I have been thinking about your offer," I said, keeping my voice steady."And what conclusions have you reached?""I will accept your terms."The words came out easier than I had expected. Lysander's eyebrows rose slightly, but his expression remained carefully neutral."That is quite a change from your previous position," he said. "May I ask
Sena's POVAfter Lysander vanished back into the mist, I remained seated on the cold ground for what felt like hours. His ultimatum echoed in my mind, each word cutting deeper than the last. The choice he had given me was no choice at all - become his weapon or watch my baby die with me in this gray prison.I tried to find strength in anger, in defiance, but my body was betraying me more with each passing moment. The nausea came in stronger waves now, leaving me retching helplessly until my throat was raw. My limbs felt like lead, too heavy to lift, too weak to carry me anywhere.Through it all, the voices of my loved ones continued to drift through the mist, but they sounded more distant than ever before."Please come back to us, child," Vera's gentle voice whispered from somewhere far away. "We need you here.""I am trying," I sobbed into the empty air, though I knew she could not hear me. "I am trying so hard, but I do not know how."
Sena's POVI was still curled on the ground,when I heard footsteps approaching through the mist once again.My heart began to race as Lysander's familiar silhouette emerged from the swirling mist. He looked exactly the same as he had during his last visit - tall, composed, with those unsettling eyes that seemed to glow with inner light. But something about his expression suggested he was pleased about something."Hello again, Sena," he said, his voice carrying that same deceptive warmth. "You are looking rather different since our last conversation."I struggled to sit up, my body protesting every movement. The months of deterioration had left me weak and fragile, barely able to support my own weight."What do you want now?" I managed to whisper."I wanted to check on your progress," he said, moving closer with that predatory grace. "And to discuss some recent developments that change the nature of our arrangement.""I h