《TRIBUTE TO THE LYCAN KING: The Ironblood Heiress》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

VAELARIONMy chamber was starting to smell of blood and herbs. I was beginning to hate the smell so much. The rain outside brought a bit of calm to the chaos. It hammered against the palace windows while the fire burned low beside my desk, throwing long shadows across the chamber walls. My armor still sat where the servants had left it hours ago, streaked with dried blood from the battlefield.I stood near the window with one hand braced against the stone wall, staring out into the storm while the curse remained unnaturally quiet inside my skin.The moment the knock came, i knew who it was immediately. "The door is unlocked." I said. Cleyton pushed open the door and entered slowly carrying several old scrolls under one arm. His face looked worse than usual tonight, his jaw was tight enough that something immediately sharpened in my chest.“You found something,” I said.He closed the door carefully behind him. “I remembered something.”I watched him cross the room toward the table b

SERAPHINA I woke up unable to breathe properly. At first I thought it was another nightmare because my chest felt tight and my heartbeat was racing so hard it hurt, but then I realized I was fully awake. The room was dark except for the dying fire near the windows, and every breath I took felt wrong somehow shallow and strained, as though something inside me was pressing upward against my ribs.Vaelarion stirred beside me almost immediately. “Seraphina?”I pushed myself upright too quickly, gripping the sheets while I tried to steady my breathing. My entire body felt strange again, not just weak or sick, just… restless. The energy inside me had changed over the past few days, becoming more active, and tonight it felt almost alive. Vaelarion sat up beside me, his expression instantly alert when he saw my face. “What happened?”“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly, pressing a hand against my chest. “It feels different tonight.”His eyes narrowed slightly at that. He reached for my wris

SERAPHINA I stopped sleeping properly days ago and I thought I was losing my mind. Every sound inside the palace reached me now whether I wanted it to or not. I could hear servants whispering three corridors away, I could hear guards changing shifts outside the eastern gates and nblewomen gossiping behind closed doors at night when they thought no one could hear them.Then suddenly, it became worse, when I started smelling blood. It didn't smell like fresh blood directly in front of me but from impossible distances. I didn't know how, but I could tell it was soldiers returning with heavy wounds through the lower gates before they even entered the palace grounds and hunters skinning animals near the forest edge miles away.And by the gods, the worst one smelled like death. I could feel death before it happened now, it felt like a strange coldness that would spread through my chest moments before someone nearby stopped breathing. The sensation never lasted long, but it happened often

CAELUM Just a few days passed and I stopped recognising my own armyTheir faces hollowed with fear slowly, it showed in the way they marched when we entered into another abandoned village or when we buried another soldier we found mutilated in the woods. The same men who once laughed around fires now barely spoke. Some even refused to sleep alone while the others jumped at their own shadows.And somehow the war itself had become the least frightening thing around us.Knox was everywhere now, and the fact that he was not here physically made everything worse. Then there was Isolde, that hurt the worse than all of it. She was moving through camp now like a ghost wearing her face. She barely looked at anyone directly anymore. Sometimes I would catch her staring into nothing for several seconds too long before suddenly blinking and pretending nothing happened.And she kept disappearing and every time she returned, she looked worse, paler and more exhausted. Every once in a while, whe

VAELARIONI rode alone because there was nothing left to discuss.The council kept talking behind me as I walked through the palace courtyard toward the gates. They spoke as though this was still politics.My son had been taken from my palace, so there would be no strategy.One of the older councilmen stepped in front of my horse at the gates, pale with panic. “Your Majesty, please reconsider this. If Ironblood truly has the child, charging into their territory alone could trigger another full-scale war.”I mounted the horse without looking at him.Another advisor swallowed hard. “You are still recovering from the curse.”That almost made me laugh, 'recovering' They still thought weakness lived inside me because they remembered the man who could barely stand months ago. What they didn't know was that the man no longer existed.“I am not asking permission,” I said quietly.Nobody said anything after that. Then I pulled the reins and rode through the gates into darkness.The wind cut s