Semua Bab His Regret: Her Rebirth : Bab 41 - Bab 50

LINES IN THE DUSTXENIA’S POVThey didn’t respond to the name.Not out loud.But something changed.The next morning, the council closed two of the eastern courtyards “for maintenance.” No reason given. No timeline offered.One of those courtyards led to the old temple wing.The other led to my study.They never said I couldn’t use it. They just made it harder.A message without words.A line drawn in dust — easy to deny, easy to erase, but still there.CATTY’S POV“They’re testing her patience,” I said to Reyna.She didn’t look up from her list.“No,” she said. “They’re testing their reach.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”Reyna looked at me then, steady.“They want to know if she’ll step around the line… or step over it.”XENIA’S POVI didn’t change my route.I just walked a little further.Down a back corridor. Through an unused servants’ passage. Out into the gardens and back in through the long gallery.I didn’t need to fight them on the closure.I just needed to show that I was s

THE LETTER LANDSREYNA’S POVI didn’t take it to the council.I didn’t have to.I took it to the courtyard first — where the healers met after dusk.I didn’t read it aloud.Just handed it to Mira, the oldest among them, and said, “She wanted this seen.”Mira read it slowly.Then folded it once, pressed it to her chest, and nodded.That’s how it started.Not with a declaration.But with a handoff.⸻XENIA’S POVI didn’t ask where the letter went.Didn’t follow its path.I just let it go.There was something freeing in that.For the first time, I didn’t worry about how they’d twist my words.I’d written them for the ones who already knew me.And for the ones who only knew the version the council painted — quiet, passive, discarded.They deserved the truth.⸻CATTY’S POVBy noon, I saw the same ribbon — that soft green one — tied around a door handle in the northern wing.By evening, it was around three more.No ceremony. No explanation.Just a symbol.Recognition passed in silence.One

THE ONE WHO STAYEDXENIA’S POVI did not expect to see him again.Elric had left during the first collapse, back when the palace was in chaos and loyalty was something you had to buy or threaten into existence. He never said goodbye. Never sent a word after he disappeared into the western ranges.And yet, there he was.Standing at the far end of the hallway, shoulders broader, face older, but eyes exactly the same.For a moment, I did not move. Neither did he.The silence between us felt heavier than any words.RICO’S POVI saw him first.The guards let him through, but I stayed close, ready. Old allies have a way of turning into quiet threats when time and distance get involved.When Xenia turned and saw him, her whole body went still.Not in fear.Not in anger.Something else. Something softer, but not forgiving.I wanted to step in, but I knew I could not. This was not mine to interrupt.CATTY’S POVElric had been one of hers once.Not a friend, exactly, but someone who believed in

SHIFTING GROUNDXENIA’S POVThe council chamber felt heavier than usual.I had not been called to attend, but I went anyway. Not to speak, but to watch. To let them feel that I was still present.Elric followed me at a respectful distance, his steps measured and quiet. He did not need to say a word. His presence alone drew attention. Some of the council members glanced at him, their expressions shifting between curiosity and unease.Cerra’s gaze lingered the longest.CATTY’S POVShe walked into the chamber like she had every right to be there, which she did. But after weeks of them trying to erase her presence, even standing in that room felt like defiance.I stayed near the doorway, holding the documents she had asked me to bring. Nothing about the moment was loud, but it did not need to be.The room tilted slightly when she stood there in silence.They felt it.I felt it too.RICO’S POVElric’s return unsettled them.It was not just his history with the Wintergreen line. It was what

BREAKING QUIETXENIA’S POVThe council made their first open move on a cold morning.I arrived for the weekly updates only to find my seat gone.Not moved.Not left empty.Gone.A smaller table had been placed to the side, with one chair, a carafe of water, and nothing else. It was not a gesture of inclusion. It was a statement.Cerra did not look at me when I entered.Graythorne’s face was unreadable.I stood there, not moving toward either table.Not giving them the satisfaction.CATTY’S POVThe room was so quiet that I could hear the scrape of a quill from the back row.Xenia did not flinch.She did not sit in the lesser seat.She just stood there, looking at them, until the silence became heavier than the insult itself.Finally, Elder Verin cleared his throat and said, “We do not need this theater. The Luna remains present.”The tension snapped like a thin string.RICO’S POVWhen she walked out of the meeting, I was waiting in the hall.“They are trying to break you,” I said.She