Semua Bab The Heir I Know : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The sun was gentle and was slowly fading. I stood beside the windows of my chambers, placed my hands on each other as I looked intensely outside as if it could somehow provide me answers.But I was wrong. I got no answersThe video clip kept replaying in my mind over and over again.It was Alaric and her.Princess Lyriana.Which wasn't me.They were too close with their bodies touching each other, they laughed silently but it was full of flirting, and they locked their dips intentionally.As I remembered this things, I shut my eyes because it really burned in my mind, it taunted me, unfolding everything that I believed about my fiancé Then a knock interrupted the silence.A maid called from behind the door. “My lady, there is a message for you and it has the signature of Lord Gareth on it.“Send it in.” My heart skipped a bit.The door opened gently and the maid stepped in as she gave me the letter with a bow. I collected it from her as I signalled for her to leave.I opened the enve

As I held the note in my hand, my fingers trembled. “Check her bracelet.” The words re-echoed in my ears. My heart skipped.“Elowen,” Alaric said again as he moved closer to me. “What's the problem?*“Lyriana was wearing a bracelet on that night.” I said softly. “And it wasn't just an ornament.”“What are you implying?” He asked as his eyes widened.I looked into his eyes. “The bracelet was a tracker, or rather, a transmitter. It shows that someone took track of all that happened.”He turned his face away from me. “So they wanted it recorded?”“That is exactly what it looks like. But then, the official footage was erased. And it was deleted immediately. They got what they needed.”He said gently. “The bracelet was on her wrist the entire night and I even complimented it. She also told me it was a gift.”"A gift from whom?" I asked.He shook his head. "She said it was from her friend who was also with her that night"My heart beat faster. I needed answers.“Do you know her whereabouts

By the time we reached the outpost located between the Silver Mountains and the woods of Elowen Vale, the sun had completely set. The journey was a long one; what we thought would take just a few days stretched into weeks, but we finally reached our destination. However, as we took each step farther from Callistan, a rage burned within me. I could still hear my mother's last words vividly in my ears: "You must leave tonight, Lyriana. You must be out of this kingdom before morning. This is the only way to protect you." I didn't even argue with her or ask questions. She handed a sealed scroll to me while kissing my forehead, looking at me in a way that communicated more than words could say. Her eyes were filled with grief, yet also hope. Now I found myself in a kingdom I knew nothing about, filled with pines and men I didn't know. "My Princess," one of the guards accompanying me said. He was older, with gray beard and a husky voice that made him seem annoying. "We are going to rest

The night has been unkind to me. Sleep was lurking around me yet I couldn't just sleep. The fire in the hearth was quenched into just a glow, and yes, I remained in my chair, unwilling to move.The rusted box that was beneath the floorboards was heavier than iron. It was as if my chest carried all the secrets in it. The warning that Gareth gave earlier replayed continuously in my mind: Remain quiet until we understand what this is about.But how is that even possible? Why would I even do that?How could I have looked at Alaric, sat with him, stood beside him and even spoken to him and not have seen any traces of truth in his eyes? How convenient will it be for me to pretend like nothing has changed, when everything has changed?I bowed my head in confusion as I leaned forward and reached for a chair. Silence enveloped the chambers like a graveyard. There was no sound at all except for the faint pop of wood that was in the fire and the rustling sound of the trees.I was deep in thought

The longer I stayed within the walls of Caer Thalor, the heavier it became. Maybe it is the way stone seems to absorb whispers here, swallowing voices until silence lingered. Or maybe it was the manner of the steward, Maevra always entered my room at the wrong time, as if she had always been standing at the door to my chamber.On the fifth day since I arrived, even the air carried a weight.However, Marek and Hallor, always vigilant, stayed close despite the uneasiness I noticed across Merek’s brow. His countenance depicted worry; he had always been used to strength, to certainty which was lacking in Care Thalor.As we walked across the inner courtyard that morning, he moved closer. “My lady, " he whispered, “I don't think we should stay here for long. This place….it watches.”Hallor, who was walking behind us nodded. “I agree with him.”I let out a breath. “Do you think this place is not safe enough?”Merek paused. “Well, it could be safe for now. But remember we are not free here.