LOGINChapter 160: Richard's ConfessionElena's POVThe walk to the throne room felt different this time…. colder, more formal, stripped of the warmth I had begun to associate with King Theron's court.We hadn't spoken much since our conversation in the garden three days ago. The ceasefire held, but it was fragile, built on mutual exhaustion rather than trust. "Do you know what this is about?" I asked Kieran as we walked toward the throne room.He shook his head. "Theron's message just said to be present for questioning. Marcus is already there."The guards opened the heavy doors, and we stepped inside. Marcus stood near the dais beside King Theron, his expression grave. Elise was already present too, standing alone near one of the pillars.Then I saw the guards at the far entrance, and my breath caught."Richard," I whispered.Kieran's hand found mine briefly before we took our positions. Richard entered, flanked by guards. He looked older, diminished by confinement, but his spine remain
Chapter 159: The Sister I HatedElena's POVThe eastern garden was exactly as I remembered it from my brief tour of the Southern Kingdom palace… secluded, lush, and impossibly beautiful in the afternoon light. Flowering vines climbed trellises that created natural corridors of privacy, and a small fountain burbled softly in the center, its sound meant to soothe but doing nothing to calm the tension coiling in my chest.I knew Kieran was nearby, hidden somewhere beyond the garden walls. I could feel him through the bond, a steady presence that both comforted and irritated me. Part of me wanted to prove I could handle this alone. Another part was grateful he cared enough to stay close despite my anger.I didn't have to wait long.Elise appeared at the garden entrance, flanked by two guards who stopped at the threshold when she waved them away. She moved with that same confident grace I had always envied as a child, her posture perfect, her expression carefully neutral. But I could see t
Chapter 158: full prophecy Elena pov“What do you mean?”Despite my anger, despite the betrayal still burning in my chest, curiosity won out. She moved to the table, setting down the leather case and opening it with reverent care. Inside lay fragments of parchment, so old they seemed ready to crumble at a touch."The prophecy we have been working from," she said, her voice taking on a formal quality. "It has been incomplete. And because of that, we have been wrong about almost everything."Marcus straightened. "Incomplete how?"The Oracle's fingers hovered over one particular symbol, traced with fading ink. "This word. We translated it as 'twins.' Children born of the same womb at the same time. But the old language is more complex than that. This word means something broader… two lives twinned by fate. Two souls bound by circumstance and raised beneath one house."The implications hit me even through my anger. "It doesn't have to be biological twins.""No," the Oracle confirmed. "I
Chapter 157: The betrayalElena's POVThe walk back to our chambers felt surreal, like I was moving through someone else's life. My mind kept circling back to that portrait… Amara's defiant eyes, Aiden's protective sketch, the letter written by a mother who knew she might not survive to see her daughter grow.Kieran and Marcus were waiting when I entered, both of them bent over a table covered in documents and maps. They looked up immediately, and Kieran's expression shifted from focused concentration to concern the moment he saw my face."Elena." He crossed to me in three strides, his hands coming up to frame my face. "What happened? "I let myself lean into him, just for a moment, feeling the solid reality of his presence anchor me to the present."I'm alright," I said, though my voice was still rough with emotion. "Theron... he told me everything. About my mother. My father. Who I really am."The look that passed between Kieran and Marcus was brief, but I caught it. A flicker of so
Chapter 156: theron sister 2Theron's head snapped toward me, his eyes widening. "Do you remember him?""I have seen him. In visions, in dreams. I didn't understand what they were, but..." I pressed my hand against my chest, where the silver power always seemed to originate. "They are not just memories. They are the moments from their lives from when I was a child."Theron sat down heavily, as if his legs couldn't support him anymore. "Then it's true. All of it."He opened the journal, flipping through pages covered in elegant handwriting until he found what he was looking for. A sketch, hastily done but unmistakable.A man with sharp features and silver eyes, his expression fierce and protective as he looked at something… someone… outside the frame of the drawing.My father. seeing him rendered in ink and paper, captured by Amara's own hand, made him suddenly, devastatingly real."Aiden Ashwood," Theron confirmed. "He and Amara met at a Continental Ball, much like the one coming in
Chapter 155: Theron's SisterElena's POVThe walk to Theron's private chambers felt longer than it should have.My body was still recovering, each step a reminder of how thoroughly I had broken myself in the arena. Marcus had offered to accompany me. Kieran had simply assumed he would. But something in Theron's eyes when he'd extended the invitation made me certain this conversation needed to happen alone."I don't like this," Kieran had said, his protective instincts warring with his respect for my autonomy."I know." I had touched his hand briefly, letting the mate bond pulse between us. "But I need to hear this. Whatever he has to tell me about my parents, about what I am... I need to face it myself."He hadn't argued further, though I could feel his concern following me through the castle corridors.Now I stood before the door to Theron's private wing, far from the throne room and public spaces. A single guard nodded respectfully and opened the door like I was being expected.Thero







