The King’s Relentless Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven Liana POV We move farther in. The air changes again. It gets colder fast, like we stepped deeper into the ground. My fingers go numb even though I keep them close to my sides. The torch flame wavers, stretching shadows across the stone. Kael walks ahead of me now, but close enough that I can still feel him there. The guards stay behind us, their footsteps slower than ours. The tunnel begins to curve. The walls narrow, then widen again. The ground turns rough under my shoes. Dust rises around my ankles. My chest tightens. This part of the castle was never meant to be found. Not by me. Not by anyone. But someone has been here. Recently. There are scuff marks on the floor. Faint, but clear once I see them. Boot prints. One set. Not running. Not stumbling. Walking like they knew exactly where they were going. My pulse hits harder. Kael sees it too. He slows. Looks back at me. His voice is steady. “Stay close.” I already am. We

Chapter One Hundred Forty-Eight Liana POV I stay close to the wall as I move through the corridor. My steps feel too loud. My pulse is noisy too. I keep my hand near the stone so I do not drift. I do not want to be seen yet. I do not want to meet anyone’s eyes. I need answers. I need something solid to hold. The archives sit lower in the castle. Beneath the council rooms. Beneath the guest halls. The air grows cooler the farther I go. A kind of quiet that feels heavy. Like the walls remember too much. I stop at the heavy door. The wood is dark. Old. My hand pauses on the handle. I breathe once. Then I push. The room is wide. Tall shelves rise past my head. Old scrolls. Bound books. Stacks of parchment tied in rows. No servants are working here now. No scholars. Only the sound of my footsteps and the faint scratch of my breath. My chest feels tight. I step inside anyway. I look for what I came for. There is a table to the right. Carved deep with rings and scratches left by

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Liana POVI wake before the sun. The light hasn’t reached my window yet, but the room isn’t dark. The fire burned halfway through the night, leaving a faint orange glow that stretched across the floor. It feels like the kind of silence that follows after something has already broken. The kind that leaves only what’s left.My head feels heavy. My body is stiff. I don’t even remember lying down. My dress is still on. I move slowly, sitting up on the edge of the bed. The fabric brushes my legs, and for a second, I just stare at the floor.It’s strange how calm it feels.No tears. No panic. Just this steady stillness inside me, like my body finally caught up with what happened.I press my palms against my knees and breathe. It doesn’t hurt the same way it did last night. It’s dull now, deeper, like something that’s going to stay for a long time but won’t control me anymore.When I finally stand, I cross to the mirror near the window. My reflection looks tired, b

Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Two Liana POVThe moment Kael walks away, the air feels heavier.I stand in the empty corridor for a while, trying to breathe normally, but every sound feels too loud the echo of footsteps somewhere above, the wind that slips through the narrow windows, the way my pulse won’t slow down.He said they would come for me differently.And now I can feel it.When I finally move, I head toward my chambers, my palms still damp, my thoughts running too fast to catch. The hallways twist like veins through the castle, each one quieter than the last. The guards who used to look past me now watch openly.By the time I reach my door, I already know someone’s been inside.The latch hangs loose.The scent in the air isn’t mine it smells faintly like ink and iron, like someone stayed long enough to leave their presence behind.I push the door open slowly.Nothing’s broken. Nothing’s gone. However, the papers on my table have been moved. My cloak isn’t where I left it. Even t

Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Four Liana POVI stay in the throne hall longer than I should, standing there with my heartbeat thudding against the quiet. I keep replaying his voice in my head, the way he said that last line like it wasn’t a threat, but a promise wrapped in something colder.When I finally move, my legs feel unsteady. I step into the corridor, and the air shifts around me like someone has been waiting.Two guards straighten when they see me. Their armour clicks when they fall into step behind me. Kael must have sent them. He didn’t say it, but I can feel his orders lingering in the air the same way his touch does on my skin.I walk toward the archives, but everything feels different now. Every door seems too quiet. Every shadow feels like it’s paying attention.My hands won’t relax. I keep curling them and uncurling them as I walk.A maid carrying linens passes me and lowers her head. Another man pushing a crate glances up for half a second too long. It’s enough to make m