Todos los capítulos de Rewritten by fate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The image disappeared the moment I pulled my hand away from the dagger.For several seconds, I remained where I was, staring at the weapon in Adrian’s hand while the memory slowly faded from my mind. The rain against the window, the frightened girl in the corridor, the bloodstained crescent, and that terrible voice were all gone, but the feeling they had left behind remained.Someone had been trying to make me remember.I just didn't know what they wanted me to remember.Adrian noticed the change in my expression almost immediately. He lowered the dagger and studied me carefully, his earlier suspicion replaced by concern.“What did you see?”I opened my mouth, but the answer refused to come.“I don't know,” I admitted. “It wasn't a complete memory. It felt more like... pieces of something that happened a long time ago.”“Your childhood?”I looked at him.“Maybe.”His expression changed slightly.That reaction made me suspicious.“You know something.”“I know that you've been rememberi

The man stood beneath the archway as though the rain belonged to him.For several seconds, none of us moved.I could hear the rain tapping against the stone floor, the distant sound of thunder rolling somewhere beyond the palace walls, and my own uneven breathing. Everything else seemed strangely quiet.Adrian kept his sword raised.“Take another step,” he warned, “and you won't get the chance to explain yourself.”The stranger's attention never left me.That bothered me more than the sword pointed at him.He wasn't afraid of Adrian.He wasn't afraid of Richard.He was looking at me as if I were the only person standing on that balcony.I forced myself to speak.“Who are you?”A faint smile touched his lips.“You really don't remember.”There was something about the way he said it that made anger rise in me.“I've already told you that.”“No.” He tilted his head slightly. “You've told yourself that.”Adrian shifted his stance.“Enough.”The stranger finally looked at him.For the firs

The palace looked exactly the way I remembered it.That was the first thought that crossed my mind when the carriage finally came to a stop.I had seen it before, of course. I had seen it through the pages of the novel, imagined its halls while reading late at night, and built pictures of it in my head without ever realizing that one day I would actually be standing outside its gates. In the story, the royal palace had always been described as a place of beauty, power, and danger. I had thought those descriptions were exaggerated.They weren't.The enormous black gates rose in front of us, decorated with silver designs that caught the afternoon light. Beyond them stood the palace itself, its tall towers reaching toward the pale sky, their dark stone softened by climbing ivy and rows of white roses. Guards stood along the entrance, dressed in the royal colors, their weapons secured at their sides as they watched our carriage approach.My fingers tightened around the dried flower Richar

The next morning, I woke up before anyone came to call me.For a while, I stayed beneath the blankets, listening to the quiet sounds of the palace waking around me. Somewhere beyond my room, servants were already moving through the corridors. I could hear distant footsteps, the faint clatter of dishes, and the occasional murmur of voices behind closed doors.The palace had its own rhythm in the morning.It was different from the quiet mornings I remembered from my other life, when the biggest decision I had to make was whether I wanted to stay in bed for another ten minutes. Here, even the beginning of the day felt organized. Servants had places to be, guards had duties to perform, and members of the royal family were expected to appear at certain times and behave in certain ways.I sometimes wondered how anyone managed to relax in a place like this.Then I remembered that I had more important things to worry about.Adrian.The training grounds.I was going to learn how to defend myse

The following morning, I woke with considerably less soreness than I had expected. My arms still complained whenever I moved them, but at least I could lift them without feeling as though I had spent the night fighting an army.I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched carefully, waiting for the ache in my shoulders to settle before finally getting to my feet."Better."The maid helping me dress glanced at me through the mirror."Are you talking to yourself again, my lady?"I looked at her reflection."Maybe."She smiled as she adjusted the sleeve of my dress."You seem happier this morning.""I survived another day.""That's a low standard.""It is these days."She laughed softly, and I couldn't help smiling.There was something comforting about having an ordinary conversation after everything I had been dealing with. For a few minutes, I wasn't thinking about the Order, my missing memories, or the strange circumstances surrounding my childhood accident. I was simply a woman complai