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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: LYRIANA'S POV
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The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: LYRIANA'S POV
The forest had engulfed me.I took each step softly but I heard them in my ears, even though I tried to move silently and unseen. My cloak became my second skin. It clung roughly to my skin and my cheeks were burnt by the cold night wind. I struggled with the thought of looking back but I couldn't. Looking back could bring back memories of the walls of the palace, the chain, the voices, the blood I had shed, the man I had once thought a saviour who had almost become my destroyer, back to my mind.I was convinced that this was freedom but I couldn't help but wonder why it felt so heavy.The silver blade, thin-like moon that was above which cut through a sky that seemed to bleed darkness. My chest tightened at every snap of a twig and the distant cry of an owl. My thoughts echoed more than the forest. They were chasing me, whispering doubts to me.You ran. You left without saying a word.My mind was occupied with Alaric’s face–the sharp jawline, the unreadable reflections in his eyes, h
The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: LADY ELOWEN'S POV
I had never believed reflection. They always moved too easily, too silently, as if they carriedsecrets the rest of us weren't meant to see. Tonight, however, I wasn't merely watchingreflections were walking among them. And I am so sure that one of them still has its breath.Coldness had always engulfed the passageways of the fortress, but it seems the stones bleed with uneasiness tonight. I took each footsteps softly, yet they still echoed in my ears. I pulled my cloak tighter, as though fabric could shield me from whatever lingered justbeyond the reach of the torchlight.There had been whispers in the hall earlier, servants muttering about strange movements near the western wing. At first, I shrugged it off but then Servants thrived on gossip. But then out of the corner ofmy eye caught a flicker, a presence that was gone as quickly as it came. Not Alaric. Something else. Something to watch.I should have gone to Alaric. Or perhaps. But trust is a delicate thing nowadays.Alaric'
The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: LYRIANA'S POV
The silence between us ensued for a moment. It was a living, breathing thing. Ryn moved ahead, his shoulder rigid as though he carried a weight that was too heavy for him to carry. The floor beneath his boots crackled, but he remained silent. I walked behind him as he took each step that pressed hard against the ground, expecting him to speak toe or even look at me but he maintained his cruel quietness. The scent of damp pine filled the air, but something heavier hung in the air–the smell of blood that was spilled earlier on. My heart pounded as the thought of the ambush, the chaos and how he had struggled to keep me alive came to my mind. He rescued me again. I had been haunted, more than the claws that had almost torn me apart, by the look on his face filled with unspoken truths, “Ryn,” I finally said gently. He didn’t slow. I walked a bit faster until I caught up with him, refusing to be muted. “It's better you stop being like this, stop doing this.” “What do you
The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: LYRIANA'S POV
The narrow passage was filled with the scent of damp stone and decay, yet the oppressive air felt alive, like we were being watched by it as we moved. I struggled with steadying my trembling hands, the warmness of blood still clung to my fingers, reminding me of the life I had taken. Heart beat faster, echoing in my ears, Ryn held my shoulders firmly, encouraging me, but his look betrayed his words. “We need to keep moving. We would be able to get to the lower courtyard through the servant’s passage. Then, we can be safe…at least for now.”I nodded. I struggled to take a step, I felt aches all over my body, distressed not just because I was tired but by the gravity of what I had done. The scene rushed through my mind: I had taken someone’s life. Beneath the shock, I had a strange clarity, one which was strangely to me.Without saying a word, selves. Rays of light faintly lightened our part due to faint cracks, painting our shadows onto the rough stone floor. I sensed movement–a s
The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: LYRIANA'S POV
The jingling sound of the bells echoed through every stone of the keep, as if the fortress itself was howling in pain. The sound permeated my bones, sharper than any blade.Merek stood at the door. His face taut determination with sword in his hand. The blood of the fallen guard stained the stones at his feet which was a reminder that it wasn't a mere warning but rather a disclosure that death was lurking.I held the dagger that he had given me, I felt the warmness against my palm, slipped due to my sweaty hands.The air blew aggressively as it vibrated with chaos. Somewhere beyond the chamber, steels clashed against each other, there were agonised voices, and the roar of fire carried on the wind.Ryn’s eyes lightened up in the shadow where he hid, quietly appealing to me for a choice. He had risked so much to warn me despite being a young boy of his age. The words I had read earlier from the note tightened at my chest like fangs:Be careful of the one who stands closest. Even love c
The Heir I Know CHAPTER TWENTY: LYRIANA'S POav
My breath caught in my throat.Silence engulfed the chamber, yet I could feel the weight that hung in the air, my skin prickled as though movement were being traced by unseen eyes. I turned my ears to the far corner of the room where moonlight only half reached, leaving the other half cloaked in shadows.“Is anyone there?” My voice was steady even though my pulse beat faster against my ribs. I refused to sound like a prey.For a long moment, it was just the silence and stillness of the curtains and stone walls against the balcony door. A figure drifted slowly away from the shadows as if it had been expecting this exact confirmation.My hands held onto the dagger that was beneath my sleeves.Then, the figure stepped out of the shadow, and his face was lightened by the moon for me to see.My breath seized.It was neither an assassin nor a guard.“Ryn?” The name slipped from my mouth before I realized it.It was the young teenage squire, he stood there with his arms crossed, his eyes sea
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