All Chapters of Marked by Moon Fire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nyssa walked briskly through the quiet corridors of the packhouse, her mind spinning with Elder Albert’s words. “You think I’d plot against the love of my life?” His voice still echoed in her head. It made no sense. If Albert truly loved the Queen, then he wouldn’t have betrayed her. So if not him, then who? Who had really tried to kill the Queen?Her boots clicked softly against the marble floors as she walked hastenly, She needed to find Lucien. He had to know what Albert said. Maybe together, they could piece this puzzle together before things got worse.When she reached Lucien’s chambers, she hesitated briefly before knocking. There was no response. She pushed the door open slightly, peering inside. The room was empty. The bed was still made, the fireplace unlit. A faint chill crept through the open window, brushing against her skin. She rubbed her arms gently and turned to leave when the door opened, revealing Lucien.He stood there, leaning slightly against the doorframe, his sh

Nyssa stopped a few meters from the packhouse, her chest tightening as she caught sight of the familiar structures looming before her. It was Lucien and Sarah. Her fingers clenched around the edges of her dress. The thought of seeing Lucien and Sarah in the same room made her stomach twist. She wasn’t sure what she would say or how she would stop the pain that had been building since she’d overheard those words, “He’s our son.”Taking a slow breath, Nyssa turned away from the entrance. She couldn’t face him.She walked toward the garden path behind the house, hoping the cold breeze would calm her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around herself as if to hold in the ache.“Nyssa!”The familiar voice made her stop and turn. Alice was hurrying toward her, her apron still on, eyes widened with a sense of urgency.“Nyssa, I was coming to tell you—-” Alice stopped when she saw the look on Nyssa’s face. “You already know, don’t you?”Nyssa looked away. “About Sarah?”Alice nodded slowly. “So yo

Lucien found himself distracted more often than usual. He had thought Nyssa would eventually soften toward him after the chaos of the last few days, but she hadn’t.He tried, though. Almost every day, he came to her under the pretence of “needing her input.” That day, he walked in holding a brown file,“Nyssa,” he said, stepping closer to her table. “Can we go through this together? It’s about the new guard posts—-”She didn’t even look up from the book she was reading. “You can divide it,” she said curtly, “and send my part to my room. I’ll handle it there.”Lucien hesitated. “I thought we could—-”“I work better alone,” she interrupted, her voice steady but cold. She got up and brushed past him, then left.He stood there for a long while, holding the file, his jaw tightened, a flash of guilt warred in his chest. He wanted to explain and tell her that he would always choose her baby or not, but he couldn't get to her. It was like she built a wall around her, and he couldn’t get close

The council chamber emptied slowly, the echo of Sarah’s cries fading along the long corridor. Lucien dismissed the elders with a single nod with a straight face. Nyssa stayed silent, her gaze lingering briefly on Elder Albert as he rose from his seat. When he stepped outside, Nyssa quietly followed. The hallway was empty and dim, wood fire flickering faintly in the walls. She waited until they were far from the others before calling softly, “Elder Albert.”He turned, surprised, then forced a faint smile. “Nyssa. You shouldn’t be walking around here alone.”She ignored his remark and took a step closer. “The other day, you told me you loved the Queen,” she began carefully, “and that you would never hurt her.”Albert’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I remember.”“Then why aren’t you doing anything now?” she demanded quietly. “If you truly cared for her, why are you not trying to see her, and know where she was all these while?”He sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging as he rubbed his temple.

Lucien rushed to his mother’s side, his heart pounding. “Mother?” he called, unsure of what was happening.The Queen turned to him slowly, her tired eyes softening. “Son,” she whispered, a faint smile forming on her lips, “how are you doing?”Lucien froze, disbelief flashing across his face. “You… you know me?”Nyssa stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the Queen’s face, afraid to even breathe.“Of course I do, my son,” the Queen said gently. “I remember everything now.” She turned to Nyssa with a warm, grateful smile. “And it’s all thanks to you.”Nyssa’s eyes watered as she leaned in, and when the Queen opened her arms, she stepped forward and embraced her tightly. “Thank you so much, Nyssa,” the Queen whispered.“Your Majesty, it’s my pleasure,” Nyssa replied softly, her voice trembling with relief.Lucien cleared his throat, his voice breaking slightly. “Mum… what happened to you?”The Queen drew in a deep breath, leaning back against the headboard. “Like I said, Nyssa is right,” she