บททั้งหมดของ The Valisteen Princess : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 62: Where the Flowers BloomPain wrapped around me like a second skin. It wasn't sharp, not anymore—it had dulled into something constant, an ache that settled deep in my bones. My body felt heavy, my limbs stiff fro0m exhaustion, but something tugged at me, pulling me away from the comfort of sleep.I fought through the haze, forcing my eyes open. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The scent of antiseptic hung thick in the air, masking the faint metallic trace of blood.I wasn’t dead.That should have been a relief. It wasn’t.I shifted slightly, my muscles protesting the movement. My arms and torso were wrapped in fresh bandages, the fabric pressing against the tender wounds beneath. Someone had taken care of me. Sarah, probably.A soft exhale left my lips.I should have stayed in bed. My body needed rest, needed time to heal. But the feeling in my chest—the pull—was too strong to ignore. It gnawed at me, restless and insi

Chapter 64: TruthsThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth.It pressed against my skin, unfamiliar yet oddly grounding. The second thing was the quiet—a thick, weighted kind of silence that settled over the room, only broken by the faint crackle of fire in the hearth.The air smelled of something faintly herbal, mixed with the lingering scent of worn leather and something undeniably familiar. It took me a second to realize what it was—him.I blinked, my vision adjusting to the dim glow of lanterns casting soft shadows against the stone walls. The mattress beneath me was firm yet comfortable, the blanket draped over me thick and heavy, as if someone had made sure I wouldn’t get cold.Slowly, I turned my head. And that was when I saw him.Dylan.He was sitting beside my bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely together. His usually sharp, calculating eyes were cast downward, unfocused, his entire posture weighed down by something I couldn’t quite name.

Chapter 66: A Slightly Less Annoying BastardLiam was an insufferable, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass bastard.That much had always been a fact, a universal truth I held onto like a lifeline.Which is why the fact that I was looking at him differently right now was making me extremely uncomfortable.I didn’t know when it happened. Maybe it was when he pulled me out of the river. Or maybe it was before that—when he shoved me out of the way and took the hit meant for me. Or maybe—just maybe—it was when I caught him gritting his teeth through the pain, brushing it off like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just been stabbed trying to keep me from getting hurt.Either way, the damage was done.And I hated it.Hated that my brain was now trying to rewrite everything I knew about him.Hated that I was sitting beside him now, pressing a cloth to the wound on his side, instead of making fun of him for getting hurt in the first place.Hated that, for the first time since I met him, I wasn’t looking at

Chapter 68: Unwelcome Guest(Celeste’s POV)Mia should not be here.She should have left the moment she was strong enough to walk again. Yet here she was, still lingering in our clan like a parasite, acting as if she belonged. And worse—Dylan was letting her.I watched from across the training grounds as he stood beside her, his usual guarded expression softer than I had ever seen. His posture was relaxed, his words directed only at her, and for a brief, infuriating second, she smiled at something he said.I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.Dylan was mine.I had stood beside him long before she was ever a thought in his world. I had earned my place in this clan, bled for it, fought for it. And she? She was an outsider who had done nothing but take. Dylan had saved her. Fed her. Protected her. And she had the audacity to act like she deserved any of it.No. If she thought she could stay here without consequences, she was dead wrong.I turned on my heel, heading str

Chapter 70: Silent PactsThe faint blue light from the laptop screen flickered across my face, casting shadows along the cracked walls of my room. Mimi sat beside me, legs crossed, clutching the edge of her oversized sweater like it would somehow shield her from the conversation we were about to have.Victor's face appeared on the screen, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. The scar running down his temple looked deeper under the dim lighting—like the weight of the clan had carved itself into his skin."Mia." His gruff voice filled the small space. "Mimi.""Victor." I nodded, keeping my expression neutral.Mimi mumbled a small greeting, eyes flicking between the screen and her fingers knotted together on her lap.I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees."How is everyone?"The silence that followed was answer enough.Victor's jaw tightened, his gaze dropping for half a second before he forced himself to meet my eyes again."Not good."I swallowed hard.I already knew that. I just