Chapter 92

As moonlight filtered through the window, casting ghostly shadows on the walls, Athena's conflicted thoughts churned. Ardolf's love was a force she hadn't anticipated, a whirlwind that had swept her off her feet. Every word he spoke held a sincerity that touched her deeply, and his eyes bore a vulnerability she hadn't seen before. Yet, underneath the surface of her own desires, a dangerous plan lurked—one fueled by her thirst for revenge.

Athena's fingers traced the pendant's delicate contours as she wrestled with her inner turmoil. Her father's death had been a brutal reminder of the world's cruelty, and his final words had etched a promise into her heart—a promise to avenge his unjust end. She knew the truth about Ardolf's involvement, his hands stained with her father's blood. The question now was whether her love for him could override her need for vengeance.

As the night deepened, Athena's thoughts danced between ardor and hatred. She imagined a life beside Ardolf, embracing the