The fake Luna : His undoing のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Seraphina's POVThe next morning before the sun rose, I sneaked out of the Rogue kingdom, out of the place that had somehow become my home for years and began my journey to the Obsidian Claw Pack. The journey was long and quiet as I sat in the backseat of the SUV van arranged by Orion, my hood drawn low and the scarf around my face untouched. When we arrived at the borders, it was time to make my entrance.The driver who rode the car dropped me in a highway close to the borders, and quickly turned back to the Rogue kingdom. I watched as they left, my heart racing. I really I'm alone now.Breathing in and out to calm my nerves and regain my confidence that seems to be slipping away like sand, I made my way towards the large grand gate.By the time the guards discovered me wandering near the territory’s entrance, I looked nothing like royalty. This was another of Orion's Idea. He did anything and everything just to make the mission believable because we've heard stories of how the great

Seraphina's POV The moment I tasted that well garnished lamb, I felt my nerves calm down. That was the sweetest thing I had eaten in my entire life. It was soft, savoury and perfect. I couldn't get enough of it so I threw away my shame and ate like never before.Raising my head after I finished eating, I noticed Soren looking at me critically, his face twisted into an expression I couldn't quite place.Now that he has fed me, would he want to have sex with me? My heart raced at the thought. Yes... I think he would and that explains when he's looking at me like that."I'm tired...." I said quickly. He didn't argue. Instead he nodded slowly, motioned to the maid and ordered her to escort me to my room.I was almost touched by his kindness, but he's an asshole. I reminded myself.______"That lamb is so nice," I told the maid escorting me back to my chamber. "Can I get more later?"She didn't answer me immediately. She just looked at me strangely like I have suddenly grown horns.".....

Soren’s POV"Evelyn! Please, wait!"I called after her, but the only answer I received was the loud slam of the heavy oak door. I rushed forward and grabbed the golden door handle. I turned it, but I heard the sharp click of the lock from the inside. She had locked me out.I rested my forehead against the door, letting out a long, heavy sigh. My chest tightened with an unbearable amount of guilt.What had I done?I squeezed my eyes shut, replaying the terror on her face when I pointed the silver dagger at her. My beautiful wife had just returned to me from the jaws of death. She had survived years of torture, darkness, and cruelty in the deep woods. She had lost her memories and her peace of mind. And instead of holding her and making her feel safe, I had played a cruel, sick prank on her. I had treated her like an enemy spy in her own home."I am so sorry, my love," I whispered to the closed door, though I knew she would not answer.The silence from the bedroom felt heavy, like a

Seraphina’s POVI stood in the cold hallway, watching the two maids walk away with their cleaning buckets. They were still giggling, whispering cruel jokes about the barren, useless Luna.My mind flashed back to the dusty old diary I had found hidden under Evelyn’s mattress. When I first opened it, I was confused because most of the pages were completely blank. But now, staring at these disrespectful servants, the truth hit me like a physical blow. Those blank pages were not peaceful. They were the silent screams of a woman who had absolutely no power, no friends, and no voice in her own home. The late Evelyn had lived in pure misery.But I was not Evelyn. I was an assassin. I was trained by the deadly Rogue King, Orion, to be a weapon. And weapons do not cry. They strike."Stop right there," I commanded. My voice was no longer a soft whisper. It was loud, sharp, and carried the heavy weight of authority.The two maids stopped walking. They turned around slowly, looking at me with a

Seraphina’s POVTwo full days had passed since the night I punished the maids in the royal courtyard, and the atmosphere inside the palace had completely changed.The heavy, open disrespect was entirely gone. When I walked down the hallways, the guards immediately stood up and bowed their heads. The palace maids no longer stood in corners gossiping about me. The moment they saw my hair, they dropped down to their knees, pressing their faces to the floor until I walked past them.They were finally treating me like a Queen. They respected my power. They knew exactly what I was capable of doing to them if they crossed the line.But I was not a fool. I was a trained assassin, and I could read the hidden language of their bodies.When they bowed to me, I saw how their hands turned into tight, angry fists. I caught the dark, hateful glares they shot at my back when they thought I was no longer looking. The fear had made them obey, but it had also made them hate me even more.I did not giv