All Chapters of Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The truce between Rayan and me was temporary, nothing more than a band-aid slapped over a bullet hole. Ever since we returned from the Blood-Moon field, he seemed incapable of letting Violet out of his sight.There was always one of his guards posted at her door, sometimes two, while he remained constantly locked inside with her, watching her as if the whole world were waiting to steal her from him.And I, who loved her long before I even admitted it to myself, long before Rayan ever laid eyes on her, was treated like a threat.He’d kept me away from Violet from the moment she collapsed after the duel with Lyun. He had been hysterical, I had never seen him like that. The way he shoved me to the ground and ran to her, the way he carried her in his arms… He looked like he feared his own life was at stake.He was the one who declared that only doctors and his personal sentinels were allowed inside her room. And he made it painfully clear, with that cold, lethal stare, that I was not part

Rayan.For a few seconds, the only thing that existed was the sound of my own heart pounding—too loud, too fast, as if I had just walked out of a battle.Violet remained there, still in the armchair, her hands resting over her belly, watching me with a calmness that contrasted violently with the chaos unraveling inside me.“Why… why didn’t you tell me before?” The question came out almost as a whisper, hoarse, strained, much more fragile than I would have liked.Violet hesitated for just an instant before answering. “Because I was afraid of how you’d react. I… I didn’t know if you’d let me fight in the duel. And I wasn’t completely sure before, I didn’t want to create panic over something that might not even be real. But now… now it’s clear. I felt it.”She touched her own belly lightly, as if it were the most precious thing in the world, a delicate smile on her face.I swallowed hard. The air felt different, heavy and light at the same time. My whole body was trying to process the w

Hertor.When Rayan announced Violet’s pregnancy, I felt as if the ground had vanished beneath my feet. It was as though my lungs had expanded beyond my chest, no longer fitting inside it. The air grew thin, and the world spun far too fast.It felt as if someone had shoved a hand into my chest and ripped out everything I was. I don’t know how I stayed standing. I don’t know how my legs didn’t give way. I don’t know how my bones didn’t turn to dust right there, in front of everyone.All I know is that the moment the applause began and Violet remained motionless at the center of it all, looking at me as if she could see straight through me, I turned around and left.I didn’t look at anyone. I didn’t speak to anyone. I heard nothing except the deafening pulse pounding inside my own skull.A searing pain coursed through my body; my heart felt as if it were burning, as if acid had been poured over it. I moved through the side corridor of the fortress, my breathing short and rapid. I had to

Violet.Hertor came out of the bath in silence, steam still escaping from the small bathroom like a tired sigh. The strong smell of wine had been replaced by rustic soap and hot water, but the exhaustion was still there, embedded in him like a second skin.He was wearing clean, simple, light-colored clothes, his blond hair still damp and falling messily over his forehead. He looked less like a legendary warrior and more like a man who had been shattered and hastily put back together.Probably because that was exactly what he was at that moment: someone I had broken apart and was now trying to fix. Maybe out of guilt, maybe out of compassion, maybe out of something more intimate that I stubbornly refused to acknowledge.He avoided looking directly at me as he sat at the wooden table, resting his forearms on it. There was something restrained in every movement, as if any wrong gesture could make everything collapse again.I placed the mug of coffee in front of him. The dark liquid was

Violet.The warm water wrapped around my body like a silent embrace as I sank a little deeper, letting the steam rise and blur the world around me. The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of candles, and for the first time since I had left Hertor’s cabin, I was alone with my own thoughts.And they were dangerous.I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cold edge of the bathtub. His confession still echoed inside me, insistent, almost tangible, as if I were hearing it all over again.“I don’t think you know this, but I knew you long before all of this. I saw you for the first time years ago, bathing in the lake. That’s where I fell in love with you.”Before everything. Before political alliances, before hatred, before blood. Hertor already loved me before I even knew the world was going to collapse that way.A part of me, the part shaped by darkness to survive, to plan, to win, wondered if that was a sign. If the Goddess, in her cruel irony, had written that fate long