Semua Bab Nora: Rejected Lost Princess : Bab 321 - Bab 327

Nora’s POVThe early morning air felt heavy as I stepped into the keepers’ quarters. Most of them were already awake, going about their routines with forced normalcy—too forced, like a stage performance. That alone was enough to raise suspicion.I didn’t speak much as I passed them, just watched, and observed.It had become my daily ritual now to quietly checking their behavior, listening more than talking. I watched how they interacted with each other, who avoided my gaze, who suddenly turned quiet when I entered the room.The orb’s energy had been restless lately. Some nights I could barely sleep, and when I did, I woke up with my heart racing. I couldn’t help the growing feeling that something was slipping through my fingers.August had warned me: “They’ve learned to wear loyalty like a second skin. Don’t expect them to act like villains.”He was right. The traitors weren’t making mistakes. Not yet. But I could feel the tension, growing like a splinter buried deep.I started with t

Third povDeep beneath the Keeper’s sacred chambers, Erebus gathered his most trusted followers in the gloom of an abandoned sanctuary. The once-hallowed space, now forgotten and thick with damp air, flickered with unstable candlelight. A circle of ashes had been drawn across the floor, its center marked by a jagged shard—a sliver once part of the orb itself, stolen during the first wave of betrayal.“This is the moment,” Erebus said, his voice low and sharp. “We do not strike her blade to blade—we turn her own gift against her.”One of the traitors, a man named Malric, knelt before the shard and began chanting. The air twisted. A strange vibration surged across the room, as though something ancient had awakened. A black mist coiled above the shard, writhing like it breathed.“The spell must unravel her hold,” Erebus added, stepping forward. “It will not destroy her. At least, not yet. But it will shake her spirit. Once she begins to doubt the orb, she weakens. And when she weakens…”

Nora’s POVThe cold air carried a tension that clung to every breath as I entered the ancient hall. It wasn’t just a place for discussion anymore. It had become a battleground of ideologies. The council chamber, nestled at the heart of the Elder Grove, once felt like a sanctuary of wisdom. Today, it felt like a trap.The long, curved table sat in the center, surrounded by seats carved for each Ancient keeper. As I took my place, I felt dozens of eyes on me — some heavy with support, others laced with suspicion. Erebus sat with his usual calm, arms folded, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smugness I had come to recognize. His allies flanked him like silent shadows.Elder Silvarum cleared his throat, rising to open the meeting. “This gathering,” he said, voice steady, “is in response to growing unrest, and the concern raised by Luna Nora on the presence of traitors among us.”I stood when the attention shifted to me. My heart was steady, but every word I planned to say burned ag