Todos os capítulos de Aurora The Lost Heiress: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aurora took a step forward, her chest heaving.“I want to see my mother. Now.”The reply came dry, like the crack of a whip.“You are in no position to demand anything,” said the elder, leaning back in his chair as if bored by her petulance.But something broke inside her. A heat rose from her throat, took over her shoulder muscles, her jaw, her clenched fists.“I am the heir to the throne of all this shit. I want to see my mother. Now.”The sentence cut through the air with force. Silence. Not even the guard moved.The old man stared at her with eyes that seemed to pierce through flesh and intention. And then... he smiled.A satisfied smile. Of someone who had been waiting a long time for that outburst of rebellion.“Finally,” he murmured.He raised a finger and summoned the nearest guard with a lazy gesture."Take Princess Aurora to the Mirror. Bring her back when you're done.“Aurora felt Thales's eyes burning into her back. When she turned around, he was still there, arms crossed,

Samira returned less than half an hour later, carrying a tray of fruits that looked like something out of a colorful nightmare. Some had short spines like tiny spears. Others trembled as if they were alive. None of them resembled anything Aurora knew from Earth.Samira noticed the suspicious look.“They're safe. I swear on my mother's life.”Aurora raised an eyebrow.“Is that supposed to reassure me?”Samira laughed. “Here in Tron, swearing on your mother's life is the most serious thing you can do.”The tray was carefully placed on the low table. Aurora approached cautiously, her eyes analyzing each fruit as if one of them might jump at her face.“This round, blue one is sweet,” Samira explained. “But you have to open it with your fingernail. The shell is hard, the inside is cold. Delicious.”Aurora picked up the fruit. It was rough, like a river stone. She squeezed it hard. Nothing.“Like this.” Samira took the fruit, used her thumbnail, and opened it as if it were easy. The inside

Trina squeezed the glass so hard that it creaked. Thales' gaze followed Aurora as if the entire room had disappeared. And for a moment, perhaps it had.The girl standing at the entrance looked like something out of an old fairy tale, but Trina only saw the threat. Every strand of white hair loose on her shoulders was a provocation. Every hesitant step—an affront.The newcomer had achieved what Trina had been trying to do for years.Thales's attention.Trina smiled. Fine, poisonous. The kind of smile we learn to use as children when we grow up surrounded by important people.But inside?Inside, she was screaming.Thales was hers. He always had been. Their parents had made vows. The Council approved. Tron needed to keep the bloodline strong. And no one there, no one, had more right to Tron's heir than she did.Especially not a red-eyed bastard.“It's just fire in his eyes. Easy to extinguish.” she thought. But even as she tried to believe that, her throat went dry when Thales put down h

Aurora woke up before sunrise.Her body still ached from the long journey to Tron, her muscles too tense for how little they had done. The room was silent, but the buzz of the castle was already beginning to echo through the corridors.She dressed in the clothes left on the armchair: pants too loose, blouse too tight. They didn't match. Not with each other, nor with her. Still, she tied her hair as Samira had taught her, took a deep breath, and went down to the hall.Breakfast was served. Fruit, cheese, breads with names she had never heard before. Samira appeared minutes later, her eyes shining, already wearing her tight-fitting training outfit.“Let's go. The first day is the most memorable,” she said, pulling Aurora by the hand.The training ground was a circle of compact sand, surrounded by stone pillars carved with symbols that seemed to pulsate under the sun. Other warriors were already there—men and women with bodies shaped by battle. None of them seemed to have any doubts abou

Later, after trainingAurora left the cafeteria with her stomach in knots. The voices of the warriors still echoed behind her, harsh laughter, clattering cutlery. She couldn't stand to stay there another second. The heat she had been carrying since morning burned under her skin, throbbing deep in her chest as if it were about to explode.The corridor seemed to offer air. She entered it without thinking. Her footsteps echoed dryly against the stone.It was the advanced training wing. She knew this from the wide iron doors, from the marks of blows encrusted on the walls. Only experienced warriors were allowed to enter. The silence was heavy. No shouting, no sound of swords. Only the echo of her own footsteps.Aurora ran her hand over the back of her neck, feeling her skin wet with sweat. The heat inside her would not subside. Her heart set the pace of her walk.“Where am I going?” she thought, but she did not turn back. Something pulled her forward.With each corner, more emptiness. Her