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When the Past Demands a Meeting

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The door closed behind them with a muted click, sealing the night outside.

Erika leaned her back against the wood as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Her fingers stayed curled around the handle for several seconds before she finally released it. The hallway light cast a thin yellow line across the floor, stopping just short of Lidia’s feet. The silence inside the apartment felt unnatural—too clean, too empty—like a room that had forgotten how to breathe.

Lidia stood in the center
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  • The King’s Broken Oath   When the Past Demands a Meeting

    The door closed behind them with a muted click, sealing the night outside.Erika leaned her back against the wood as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Her fingers stayed curled around the handle for several seconds before she finally released it. The hallway light cast a thin yellow line across the floor, stopping just short of Lidia’s feet. The silence inside the apartment felt unnatural—too clean, too empty—like a room that had forgotten how to breathe.Lidia stood in the center of the small living space, her shoulders stiff beneath the oversized jacket Erika had given her. The jacket slipped from her arms and pooled at her feet, but she did not move to pick it up. Her gaze was fixed on the wall, unblinking.They did not speak at first.The apartment carried faint smells of lemon tea, soap, and sweat from the day’s training. Outside, distant traffic murmured like a restless animal. Inside, the ticking clock sounded louder than it should have.Erika crossed the room and

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Where Courage First Spoke

    The street was still waking when Lidia and Erika stepped out of the narrow apartment building. Dawn painted the pavement in pale gold, the kind of light that made everything look harmless—even the corners where men hid.Erika pulled her jacket tighter around herself. Her eyes kept drifting to reflections in shop windows, to shadows that moved when the wind did. Every step felt too loud. Every breath sounded like a confession.Lidia walked a half step ahead.Not the Lidia Erika had known for years.This one wore her hair short and black, cropped close to her jaw. A flesh-colored sticker sat beside her left eye like a scar from an old accident. Her clothes were padded, loose in the shoulders and hips, changing the lines of her body into something heavier, something unrecognizable. She had practiced the walk in the mirror—slower, grounded, a sway in the shoulders instead of the hips.“Two streets more,” Erika whispered.“I know,” Lidia said. Her voice came out lower than before, roughene

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A Body in Pain, A Will in Fire

    Dawn had not fully broken when Lidia slipped from the thin mattress and stood barefoot on the cold floor.The mirror across the room no longer showed the girl Bruno had kept in his mansion.Short black hair clung to her jawline. The fake scar near her eye looked raw and permanent. The oversized clothes hid every familiar curve. Even her posture had changed—shoulders squared, chin lifted, breath steady.She tied her laces with hands that did not shake.Not today.Today was not about fear.Today was about survival.She wrapped a scarf around her neck and paused, pressing two fingers to her stomach. A dull ache still lived there, like a warning bell. Her jaw tightened.You don’t get to stop me, she told it silently. Not now.The door creaked.Erika stood there in her sleep shirt, hair wild, eyes half-open.“…You’re really doing this,” she murmured.Lidia looked back. “If I don’t, I die the next time they find me.”That woke Erika fully.She crossed the room and pulled Lidia into a hug so

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A New Face, A New War

    The money arrived in a plain brown envelope.Erika placed it on the small kitchen table without ceremony, as if it were just groceries, not the last savings her father had scraped together after a long night of arguing. Lidia watched the envelope as though it might bite her. For a second, guilt crawled up her throat.“You don’t have to do this,” she said softly.Erika didn’t look at her. “I already did.”Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable.Finally, Erika pushed the envelope toward her. “My dad thinks I’m fixing my teeth. If he ever finds out I helped you disappear… he’ll probably disown me.”Lidia’s lips trembled. “I’ll pay you back.”Erika snorted. “With what? Your new mafia salary?”Lidia almost smiled.Almost.They left the apartment just before noon, when the streets were busy enough to swallow faces. Erika walked first, confident, chin high. Lidia followed three steps behind, head lowered, shoulders curved inward like she was afraid of the sun.The stylist’s

  • The King’s Broken Oath   Hunters Without a Trail

    Gennado arrived at Bruno’s estate just after sunrise.The iron gates opened slowly, as if even the house itself sensed the weight in his chest. He stepped out of the car with the posture of a man who had ruled for decades—back straight, face carved from stone—but inside him, a storm raged.Lidia.The name burned behind his eyes.He had come to discuss the growing unrest with Lorenzo, the failed kidnapping, the city whispering like rats in the walls. He had come as an old wolf to advise a younger one.Instead, he walked straight into disaster.Bruno met him in the main hall, shirt half-buttoned, eyes sunken, jaw unshaven. The man looked like someone who had not slept in days.“,” Bruno greeted, forcing steadiness into his voice. “You came early.”Gennado studied him closely. Every movement, every breath. If Bruno knew the truth about Lidia… it would show.“What happened?” Gennado asked calmly. “You look unkept.”Bruno hesitated.Then the words fell.“Lidia escaped from Lorenzo and he c

  • The King’s Broken Oath   A Dangerous Transformation

    The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old tea leaves.It was small—too small for the storm inside Lidia’s chest—but it was safe. For now.She sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her hands folded over her knees, fingers trembling despite her effort to keep them still. The borrowed dress hung loose on her frame, hiding bruises that still bloomed beneath the fabric like dark flowers. Her hair was tucked under a scarf, but she could still feel its weight, still feel Lorenzo’s hands in it when he dragged her.Across from her, Erika stood near the cracked mirror, pretending to fix her collar while really watching Lidia’s reflection.Silence pressed between them.Lidia inhaled slowly, then spoke.“Erika… I need your help.”Her voice was soft, but it carried something new inside it. Not fear. Decision.Erika turned fully. “Anything. You already know that.”Lidia swallowed. “First… I have to change how I look.”Erika’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”“My hair. I want it cut. Short. And

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