All Chapters of His Regret: Her Rebirth : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A CRACK APPEARSXENIA’S POVThere are moments in life when silence speaks louder than a scream—when stillness is more dangerous than a drawn sword.This morning, I felt that stillness before the storm.I was on my way to the west courtyard when I heard raised voices echoing from the stone corridor near the northern tower. At first, I didn’t think it was about me. Not directly.Until I heard my name.REYNA’S POVI was already near the courtyard when I saw the commotion. A line of guards stood stiffly along the wall, their uniforms pressed, their expressions unreadable. But at the center of it, Cerra stood face-to-face with Captain Elric.She looked furious. He looked… calm. Too calm.“You were given a direct order,” Cerra snapped, her voice cutting the air. “The Luna’s staff is not to be protected during shifts assigned by the council.”Elric didn’t blink. “And I followed the law. The Luna is not a prisoner. Her people are not criminals.”XENIA’S POVI stepped into view, and all eyes s

THE SMILING SPYXENIA’S POVThe fire had started. Quiet, contained, but real. Every conversation now carried weight, every glance had meaning. But it was the quiet ones—the ones who watched instead of speaking—who mattered most.And it was one of them who came to me that morning. A maid I didn’t know by name, young, slight, always looking down when addressed. She entered the study during breakfast, her hands folded tightly in front of her apron.“There’s someone who wants to speak,” she murmured. “Privately. Not council. Not guard.”I raised my eyes. “Who?”“He won’t say,” she whispered. “Only that he knows things. And he’s tired of smiling for the wrong side.”She left as quickly as she’d come, slipping through the door like a shadow.REYNA’S POVI met Xenia near the lower courtyard, where the trees were thick and fewer guards wandered. She told me everything. We waited in silence until footsteps approached through the gravel.The man who came into view wore the uniform of Cerra’s pr

BROKEN INKXENIA’S POVThe document arrived without warning.It was slipped beneath my door in the early morning—no seal, no name. Just a single page folded once, placed carefully on the stone floor as if whoever delivered it was afraid to touch it too long.I opened it slowly, the ink still fresh enough to bleed slightly along the edges.A statement.Signed.Dated.Claiming I had dismissed guard protocol during the northern patrol fire last month, putting two lives at risk.And worst of all, my forged signature at the bottom.My first thought wasn’t anger. It was silence. Cold, full, crushing silence.RICO’S POVWhen she showed me the page, she didn’t speak. She just handed it to me, eyes steady, jaw set.I read it once. Then again. The signature wasn’t just forged—it was practiced. Rehearsed. Someone had studied her handwriting carefully, enough to get the weight and pressure almost perfect.But not perfect enough.“You see it?” I asked.“The L,” she said. “In my name. It dips too s

THE GATHERING STORM XENIA’S POV There had never been such tension in the council chamber. Something unsaid hung in the air. anticipation. suspicion. Or perhaps fear. Theirs, not mine. Because this time, it wasn't me who was cornered. With the bundle of falsified documents in my hand, I stood in front of the table. No cloak. Not a guard. Just the facts. and the injuries it caused. I stated, "I'm providing proof of a conscious effort to frame me for offences I didn't commit." Cerra didn't even blinked. Her hands were neatly folded on the table as she sat motionless. Leaning back in his chair, Graythorne watched as if this play had been written especially for him. Slowly, I put the pages down. "These letters were retrieved at considerable risk by a palace employee who, Fearing for his life, he is unable to resume his duties. Larin is his name. He worked for Cerra. Her lip quirked at that. Seldom. However, it was enough. Leaning forward, Elder Branen looked at the pages. "Yo

ONE STEP TOO FAR XENIA’S POV It began with murmurs. At the midday council meeting, Elder Halric had failed to appear. He was older and moved more slowly in the winter, so this wasn't unusual in and of itself, but something didn't feel right. The guards near the south corridor seemed a bit too motionless, and I sensed it. I could tell because Cerra's posture was too perfect and she never looked up from her notes. The whispers were more difficult to ignore by evening. They said Halric had fallen. fell down the stairs. Strike his head. He was unconscious when the servants discovered him because the fall had been so severe. The only stairs that weren't in use were those they mentioned. Three weeks prior, they had been closed for repairs.Halric would have been aware of that. REYNA'S POV He was in the healing wing when we found him. His skin was almost waxy, and his face was pale. He breathed steadily but shallowly. According to the on-duty healer, he hadn't woken up since the autumn