로그인The silence that followed Becca’s rise was not calm.No one spoke or moved because something about her had changed. It wasn’t just the anger in her eyes, it was deeper than that.Seraphina straightened slowly, masking the flicker of unease that had crossed her face. Her lips curled again, though the confidence behind it was no longer as effortless as before.“Well, look at you. Finally showing some spirit” she said, her voice regaining its edge. Becca didn’t respond immediately. She simply stared and it was cold.Seraphina felt it, even if she refused to acknowledge it.“You should’ve stayed down, It suited you better” Seraphina added, folding her arms. Becca dusted her gown then looked back at Seraphina. “You talk too much” she said.Her voice was low but sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.Seraphina blinked, caught off guard.Ava’s brows furrowed slightly and Mira watched carefully, her heartbeat quickening from anticipation.Becca took a step forward.“You think pushing
Becca’s chest rose and fell with restrained fury as she stared at the guards standing firmly in her path, their expressions blank, their loyalty unmistakably aligned with Seraphina.Mira stood beside Becca, her posture rigid, her gaze sharp as she assessed the situation again, calculating, searching for any way through but there was none, not with the guards standing like an unbreakable wall.Becca exhaled slowly then her patience snapped.“I said move.”Her voice rang through the hallway, loud, commanding, no longer polite.The guards didn’t budge, not even slightly and Becca’s hands clenched at her sides.“I am not asking again,” she added, her tone sharper now, her authority unmistakable.Still, nothing happened.Behind them, Seraphina laughed. The sound alone was enough to send a ripple of anger through Becca’s chest.“Oh, Becca, you really haven’t realized it yet, have you?” Seraphina said, her voice laced with amusement.Becca’s gaze snapped to her.Seraphina took a slow step fo
Eugene and Desmond still stood facing each other, their auras pressing against one another like two storms colliding.“Enough.”Max’s voice cut through the charged silence as he stepped forward quickly, positioning himself between them.“Both of you,” he added, his tone firm.Jack moved at the same time, stepping to Desmond’s side, not in support, his hand raised slightly as if ready to hold him back if necessary.“This isn’t the time,” Jack said.Desmond didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on Eugene.“You’re in my way,” he said coldly.Max didn’t budge.“Then deal with it,” he replied bluntly.A ripple of tension ran through the room again. The guards shifted slightly, unsure whether to intervene or remain still.The maids stood frozen, watching everything unfold with wide, fearful eyes.Jack spoke again, this time more sharply.“Have you both lost your minds?” he demanded.That got their attention.Desmond’s eyes flicked toward him briefly and Eugene’s expression darkened s
The silence in the throne room was suffocating. Every eye was fixed on the maid who had dared to raise her hand.She stood near the middle of the line, trembling, her fingers still half-lifted as if she might take the confession back if given the chance but it was too late.Desmond’s gaze locked onto her instantly.The other servants shifted uneasily, some glancing at her with a mixture of pity and relief that it wasn’t them.Eugene stood still, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were watching her carefully.Max’s jaw tightened slightly. Jack remained silent, though his posture had subtly shifted, ready for whatever would follow.The maid swallowed hard as her voice shook.“I… I have something to confess, my lord.”Desmond tilted his head slightly, studying her.“Speak.”The maid flinched instantly, her gaze snapping back to him.“I—I saw them,” she said quickly.A ripple moved through the room and Desmond’s lips curved slightly.“Go on.”Her hands trembled at her sides.“Last ni
The scream had carried farther than it should have.It had echoed through the stone corridors of the estate, bouncing off the high walls and polished floors, threading its way into every corner like a warning that refused to be ignored.Becca froze mid-step, her breath caught sharply in her throat.“What was that?” she whispered.Mira, who had been walking just a step behind her, stiffened as well. Her expression darkened instantly, her instincts sharpening.“That came from the throne wing,” Mira said.Becca’s heart began to pound.“No…no, that’s not—”she murmured, already shaking her head. “It’s Desmond.” Mira cut in, her voice firm.Becca didn’t wait for another word.She gathered the hem of her dress slightly and started walking faster until her pace turned into something closer to a hurried run.Mira followed immediately.“Becca, wait. We don’t know exactly what’s happening yet” she called, catching up to her quickly. “I don’t need to. That sounded like someone in pain” Becca sh
The throne room felt heavier than usual.Desmobd sat on his throne, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned slightly against the armrest of his throne, his fingers tapping slowly, against the carved wood.Before him, a line of trembling maids snd servants stood, their heads bowed, fear radiating off them in waves so strong it was almost visible.To their sides stood armored guards, unmoving and silent, their presence a reminder that no one here was free to leave.Desmond was not in a forgiving mood.“This is… disappointing,” he said at last, his voice calm but laced with irritation.Desmond leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping across the line of servants like a blade.“I find it very hard to believe that three men could infiltrate my estate, walk through my halls and not a single one of you saw anything” he continued slowly.A maid near the end of the line began to shake visibly, her hands trembling as she tried to hold herself together.Desmond noticed.“Look at you, alread
Seraphina stared at the ceiling and felt nothing but resentment.The room she had been moved into was larger than her previous chambers, almost grand in its excess. It was meant to be comforting, but to Seraphina, right now it felt like a cage.She exhaled sharply and pushed herself into a seated
Jack stood near the eastern corridor, issuing quiet but firm instructions to a small unit of guards.“I want rotations changed every two hours,” he said, his voice steady. “No more six-hour stretches. Fatigue breeds mistakes.”One of the guards nodded. “Yes, sir.”Jack turned away and as he was ab
Jack walked with measured steps, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression composed to the point of stiffness. Anyone watching might have thought him calm.He was anything but.Beside him, Ava matched his pace, her footsteps lighter but more hurried, as if she were trying to keep up with so
The cabin had never been so loud, not because of sound, but because of the silence.Mira sat at the small wooden table near the hearth, carefully sorting dried roots into neat bundles, her movements precise and controlled. Across the room, Max stood by the wall where Eugene had hung his weapons, s







