Semua Bab Alpha Alexander: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The silence in the western wing of the fortress had grown heavier over the past few days, especially in the chambers where Nivera resided. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the stone walls, but her eyes didn’t follow it. They were blank, lost in thoughts far deeper than the sea she once called home. She sat by the window, fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the frost forming on the glass. Her heart was restless. She could feel something had changed.It was Martha who finally confirmed it.That morning, the maid entered with her usual soft smile, placing a tray of tea and biscuits on the side table, but her demeanor was tense, her shoulders slightly hunched. Nivera had always known when something was wrong with Martha. She was the only one who knew her heart without being told.“You’re worried,” Nivera said softly, eyes still on the snow-covered courtyard outside.Martha hesitated. “It’s not my place, my lady.”Nivera turned to her. “Tell me.”And so she did. Slow

The dock was filled with a muted urgency, not the loud clangor of war but the quiet, focused intensity of something more personal—of hope clawing against despair. The ship that stood before them was one of the finest ever built, reinforced to handle the fury of the sea and the weight of the hearts it carried. The salt-laced wind tugged at cloaks and hair, ruffling sails that waited to be unfurled. Every man and woman on board knew this voyage was not just about distance, but discovery—a search that could change the course of kingdoms and hearts alike.Alexandro stood at the edge of the pier, his hands behind his back, staring at the dark horizon as if he could will it to part and reveal Serena. He had imagined her hundreds of times—bound, bruised, scared, but alive. The not-knowing gnawed at him like a disease. He hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Even in the brief moments his eyes closed, her face haunted him—her last letter, her soft smile, the look in her eyes, the day she chose to s

The ocean stretched endlessly in every direction, a deep expanse of churning silver under the moonlight. The ship glided smoothly atop the water, the soft creak of its wooden frame mingling with the rhythmic slap of waves. High above, the sky shimmered with stars, casting a quiet, celestial glow on everything below. Nivera stood at the edge of the deck, her fingers wrapped around the cool iron railing, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The wind played with her long silver hair, strands curling like ribbons around her shoulders, and the sea breeze clung to her skin like an old memory.Behind her, the sound of approaching footsteps made her spine stiffen. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Valerian. She could feel him in her bones the way the tide feels the moon—an ever-present pull, steady and maddening.He stopped beside her, saying nothing at first. His presence was quiet but weighty, like the hush before a storm. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken words and all

The creaking sound of the ship settling into the small port echoed against the wooden docks, blending with the quiet lapping of waves and the cries of distant seabirds. After days of relentless travel across unpredictable waters, the crew of Alexandro’s ship had finally reached a resting point. The sky was darkening with streaks of amber and violet as the sun dipped into the ocean’s horizon. The wind was calm, the sea gentler than it had been in days, and for the first time since the beginning of their voyage, they could breathe without urgency.The port itself was modest—an unclaimed stretch of quiet land not listed on most maps, used by traveling merchants and outcasts who wanted to avoid the gaze of kingdoms. It was the perfect place to replenish supplies and rest without attracting attention. They still had two more days of travel to reach the location Valerian had indicated—two more days before stepping into the unknown.The crew moved swiftly, securing the ship and organizing th

The sea stretched wide beneath a sky heavy with gray clouds, the wind steady and cool as the ship cut across the water like a silent arrow. The rhythmic creaking of the wooden vessel and the fluttering of sails filled the air as the crew moved in practiced coordination. A strange stillness hung over the deck, the kind that came before something significant. Everyone on board could feel it.They were close now.Alexandro stood near the bow, his sharp gaze fixed on the blurred silhouette of land rising in the distance. The dark coast grew clearer with each passing hour, and though he had spent many nights dreaming of this moment, now that they were so near, he felt the weight of uncertainty press harder on his chest.Beside him, Kiara watched in silence, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. She had been unusually quiet since they left the port. They were both thinking about Serena—what condition she might be in, who might be holding her, and whether she still held onto hope.The sound of approa