Crowned In Vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Rya's POV Something strange was happening. Oscar and Lia had left me alone, in the silence and to my thoughts. I had tried to be a brave queen and hop on the healer's suggestions.But I felt too guilty, too afraid to confront him. It only made me wonder why I was never patient to know what must have happened in the mission field. I had concluded that he was a betrayer, that I was better than him. And I locked him again, for days. And now the tables turned. I needed his help, as the one person in my life who could save me. But no! I chose death over this shame for a second time. I had thought about this for almost an hour before falling into a deep sleep. But while I slept, I felt a burning sensation around my shoulders. I opened my eyes immediately, to the sight of ice and fire tearing through my skin. My nose picked up the metallic smell of blood, magic, and something else which was so... familiar. It was that familiar scent of lavender, something that stuck me. I turned my ey

Rya's POVDays had gone by since I got back on my feet, regained myself. I felt like a new being, as though my old self was stripped away. I was energetic, enthusiastic about the future.But things weren't the same as before. The SilverFang had won the war—courtesy of the Duskborn blood and the other troops that allied with us. Though Lily still lingered and lurked around, she was living on borrowed time. The end was surely coming. It was inevitable. But when it came to home, I was all alone. There was literally no one around me I could call my friend. Oscar and Lia had returned to their usual lives, and Frost? He was too distant from me. I knew he was still in the pack house, but I also knew it was his intention to keep that much distance. He didn't look for me. He was of the new attitude that of minding his business.On the outside, I acted like I never cared. I acted like I was returning the favour of not seeking him too. But deep within, I was dying. I was starving of him. I

Frost's POV I stepped into the council meeting on a certain morning. I was euphoric, but managed to tame my outward display of how I felt within. I walked with my head and shoulders high, with my confidence at its peak, and my face beaming with a smile. When I stepped into the room, there were whispers—chatters amongst the elders in the room. The subject? Unknown. But the intensity was extreme. A few steps through, and the room grew cold, went grace silent. I felt my heart drop in my chest, especially with the number of eyes creeping in my direction. They stared in awe, as though there was a different aura or a greater glory I came in with. I was scared... feeling low already. I took a seat, and the stares didn't seem to die down until after the meeting had begun. Still, their attention was on me.Two hours gone, the meeting had ended. I was still in the room for a few extra minutes when Elder Thorne cornered me. He grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me with this urgency in his

Frost's POV "How do you feel about the new position?" Rya broke the silence in the room with her words.She had a firm grip of herself as though she was trying to... limit herself, tame herself, from doing what would not be good for either of us. But she smiled at me, in a way that felt satisfying. Not just to me, but also to herself. I got the sense that she too felt good about herself, fulfilled, like she had done something good. I stared at myself as she asked me. I had changed completely. My clothes were changed, into something more regal than when Vargan was on the throne. I didn't need a mirror to tell me that I was handsome. My confidence peaked, my spirit was lifted. "I feel... good!" I managed to say. "I honestly didn't see it coming," I said again, with my words softened by the truth."Why?" A sharp chuckle escaped her lips as she asked. "You didn't think I would believe what you told me?""Did you?" I retorted, asking again. My eyebrows arched as I stared at her, wat

Frost's POV My hands stretched across the bed in my slumber. Free as a bird, I needed to stretch my limbs and feel the sweetening satisfaction that came with my stiff muscles slowly getting relaxed. That feeling alone was... different, therapeutic, soothing to the body in ways words couldn't properly describe. But as though a light bulb went off, I regained the consciousness that I wasn't laying on my bed. That freedom was not guaranteed. I was restricted from moving my limbs especially remembering who I laid with. Immediately, I sprang off the bed, as though I was electrocuted, turning my eyes to the side only to discover she was gone. A sense of relief washed over me. I didn't know how hard I had clutched my chest, and exhaled so deeply in a matter of seconds before falling back on the bed. My heart was racing wildly against my chest. A few more breaths in and out, and my heart had returned to its usual rhythm. The sweat drops around my skin slowly dried up as the morning bree