Todos los capítulos de Rewritten by fate: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The eastern corridor looked different at night.During the day, sunlight reached through the tall windows and made the old stone walls seem almost harmless. At night, the same walls felt older, as though the darkness brought out everything the palace tried to hide.I stood outside the library with Victoria's journal held against my chest, staring down the corridor. It was empty, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.I had already spent several minutes telling myself there was nothing unusual about the place. The palace was large, and the eastern wing was hardly the busiest part of it. There were countless reasons for a corridor to be quiet at night.Still, I didn't feel comfortable walking away.The faint crescent I had found on the corner of my mother's journal kept bothering me. It wasn't the symbol of the Order of the Veiled Moon, at least not exactly. Victoria had deliberately drawn it differently, and I couldn't stop wondering whether it had been meant to

I barely slept that night.The palace had been quiet for hours, but my mind refused to settle. Whenever I closed my eyes, fragments of the past returned without warning: rain striking stone, my fingers gripping a cold railing, and the indistinct shape of someone standing behind me. I could never hold on to the memory long enough to see the person's face, and every attempt to force it back only left me more frustrated.By sunrise, I had stopped trying.I sat beside the window while my maid brought breakfast. She placed the tray on the table and gave me a slightly apologetic smile.“His Highness asked me to tell you that he doesn't want you leaving the palace today.”I looked at her over the rim of my cup.“Does he ever ask before deciding things for me?”Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile.“No, my lady.”“At least you're honest.”After she left, I ate enough to satisfy my father's expectations and made my way toward his study.Adrian was already there.Several old parchments c

The bell rang three times.I had heard the palace bells countless times since arriving, but something about the sound that night made everyone in the courtyard stop.Adrian was the first to move.The guard who had been running toward us slowed when he reached the steps. His chest rose and fell heavily, and rain clung to his dark hair.“Your Highness,” he said, bowing quickly.Adrian’s attention remained fixed on him. “What happened?”“There was a disturbance in the eastern wing.”“What kind of disturbance?”“I’m not certain. One of the servants heard something break inside the old records room. When the guards arrived, the door was open.”Adrian’s expression changed.“The records room?”The guard nodded.I exchanged a glance with Adrian.Only a short while ago, we had been discussing my mother’s old letters and the missing records surrounding her investigation. Now someone had entered another records room in the same palace.It could have been a coincidence.I didn't believe in coinci

The question stayed with me as we left the eastern wing.Who found Seraphina after she fell?Until now, I had focused on the person responsible for the accident. Victoria's records had made me consider what happened immediately afterward.Adrian walked beside me, unusually quiet.“You're thinking again,” he said.“I have a lot to think about.”“That much is obvious.”I glanced at him. “You could try being helpful.”“I am. I'm letting you think.”“That isn't helpful.”The corner of his mouth lifted, and for a few steps, neither of us said anything.Captain Rowan approached from the main staircase.“Your Highness.”Adrian's expression became serious. “The steward?”“Still missing. His belongings remain in his room, but several maintenance records concerning the eastern wing have disappeared.”“Keep the search quiet. Find out who last handled them.”“Yes, Your Highness.”Rowan bowed before leaving.I watched him disappear down the corridor.“You think the steward knew about the passage.”

By the time I reached my father's study, I had rehearsed the question so many times it no longer sounded like my own voice.Why did you witness Garrick's transfer?The answer wouldn't be simple.I stopped outside the door. A servant passed with a tray of empty cups, bowed, and continued without a second glance. That ordinary moment steadied me.I knocked.“Come in.”His voice sounded normal. That almost made it worse.He was standing near the window, reading a letter. Afternoon light fell across his desk, across the familiar books and papers. Everything looked exactly as it always had.He looked up. “You're back early.”“I need to ask you something.”His expression changed. “About what?”“Garrick.”The letter in his hand lowered. That was enough. He knew exactly which Garrick I meant.I closed the door behind me.“Why didn't you tell me you witnessed his transfer?”He didn't answer immediately. He placed the letter on the desk.“Where did you see that?”“The royal archives.”His gaze