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CeliaMatron did not answer me but turned to look at Jasper instead.“What is going on, prince? I was tending to your father when the guards asked me to come here hurriedly.”But before Jasper could answer, I said in a much confident tone than I hoped to use.“I think I can answer your questions if you answer mine, Matron Arwen.”I said and she finally was forced to look at me when Jasper stayed silent.“What is it that you want to ask?” She finally spoke to me. I gave a sideways glance to Jasper, warning him to stay silent.“Matron, I understand that you have been working relentlessly for the palace and the kingdom, looking after the king and raising the kids as your own.”She had a smug look on her face.“The entire kingdom knows that.”Grace threw me a worried look but I only nodded at her while I stepped forward and replied, “Yes, we do. However, there was something that has been bothering me. Perhaps, you could let me know the secret to your skincare routine.”“My what?” She blur

Celia My fingers drummed impatiently on the table, my voice dripping with frustration. "We have evidence, Arwen. Witnesses who've seen your true nature, who've seen you whip those maids and take from the royal coffers." Arwen's laughter, cold and sharp, cut through the air like a knife. "Witnesses can be coerced, or they can misinterpret things. Don't tell me you're blindly trusting those commoners' words." My eyes narrowed, my patience wearing thin. "I am one of the witness. I had seen you whip Grace and a few other maids long ago. But I knew that would not be enough to earn you any solid punishment. But this…what you did not just to all the maids but to Keltia as well…it shows how rotten you are. We've dug deep, and we've found the truth." Arwen leaned back, her eyes narrowing as well, her voice laced with venom. "And what truth have you found, investigator? That I conspired against Keltia out of some petty jealousy? That I whipped the maids for sport?" My tone was like steel, u

CeliaI turned around to see the man twitch in his sleep. His fingers moved just a little and I saw his forehead crease just a little.“Did we wake him up?” I asked Jasper worriedly and he scoffed, “If all the shouting and whipping did not wake him up earlier, what we did...or were about to...definitely should not wake him up.”I ignored his attempt to pull me closer and start kissing me again. We could do that later, now we needed answers.Even Arwen was taken care of so I felt happy that her threat was mostly gone. Now what remained was helping this man and finding out who did this to him.Pushing Jasper away, I peered at the man lying on the bed, wondering if I had misheard something."He had moved a little in his sleep, hadn't he?" I asked Jasper who kept staring at the prisoner. He raised a finger and muttered, "Maybe I should poke him a little" but I grabbed his hand and pulled it back.My hope began to disappear as he lay unmoving and I decided to step away from him when again,

CeliaTime seemed to move at a snail’s speed as I kept pacing through the room, waiting for the hour hand to move. The healer had said Xenos would be ready to talk in an hour or so and those sixty minutes felt like the longest I had ever spent.Meanwhile, Jasper was simply staring outside the window with a blank expression. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I did nto even notice him sitting like that.When my legs finally grew tired of pacing up and down, I looked at him and saw the soft light falling on his face, illuminating it.Slowly I made my way towards him and embraced him…or tried to.“What are you thinking about?” I asked in a low voice and I felt his hand reach up to slide across my waist.I guess he had not even done it consciously. He pulled me close and I let him as my face rested on his broad chest, and my small palm could sense his heartbeat from under the shirt.“Nothing specific” He replied after a while but the dry tone told me a lot was going on in his head.“

CeliaMy mouth fell open after hearing that.“You…you are….” I began and Xenos sadly replied,“Yes, I am her husband and the son she lost was mine, too. To be honest, she had lost her family long before she succumbed to the dark magic. She lost me when she let greed overpower our love. She lost our son when dark magic began to corrupt our veins.”I took a moment to process this. She had imprisoned her own husband in the dungeon, letting him rot forever in a secret chamber that nobody would find?How cruel she could be?My expressions must have conveyed my growing hatred of her because Xenos added, “I know you must be thinking of me as a bad person, too. Trust me, I tried a lot to stop her, but she was too stubborn, too headstrong. When she found the Lycan castle, she wanted it immediately as her den. She wanted to sit on that throne and make people bow to her…”I could not say I understood that. What would a throne of a mortal give her when dark magic had almost made her immortal? Or