Todos los capítulos de Rewritten by fate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 38

The old chapel had been closed for twelve years.That was the first thing I noticed when we reached the western courtyard. The building stood apart from the newer palace structures, pale stone darkened by age and weather. Ivy covered one wall and the narrow windows were clouded with dust. A rusted iron chain had been wrapped around the outer gate.The lock was new.Adrian crouched beside it without touching it. “Chain is old. Lock isn't.”Someone had maintained the seal.We had been told the chamber was sealed twelve years ago. That didn't mean no one had returned since.He drew his sword and broke the lock. The sound of metal on metal echoed through the empty courtyard. He caught the chain before it hit the stone.We entered.Inside, it smelled of dust and damp wood. Old benches stood beneath faded banners, the royal crest barely recognizable. No candles. No flowers. No sign anyone had worshipped here in years.Yet the altar was clean.I noticed it immediately. Adrian followed my gaz

By the time we reached the main palace, I had made a decision.I wasn't going to tell my father what we'd found beneath the chapel.Not yet.If someone inside the palace was already watching us, telling him about the chamber could expose more than it revealed.Adrian seemed to understand without asking.We passed servants in the western corridor who lowered their heads. Nothing about the palace suggested anything had changed.That almost bothered me more.We entered the library. Nearly empty, afternoon light stretched across the long tables, fire reduced to embers.I chose a table near the windows. Adrian sat opposite me and I placed the pendant on the table. The silver looked ordinary again.“You're still trying to understand it.”“I spent weeks thinking it was a key.”“It may be.”“Or just something my mother used to hide the message.”“You don't believe that.”“No.”I turned it over. The divided circle was barely visible.“The pendant reacted to the sealed door. And the symbol appe

We didn't leave immediately.Adrian wanted to know exactly what the archivist was doing before we followed him, and I understood why. Rushing back to the chapel without a plan would only give whoever was waiting there another advantage.Evelina remained near the window while Adrian spread a rough map of the western grounds across my desk.“The chapel has two entrances,” he said. “The main gate and the passage beneath it.”“They were inside the chamber, Adrian. They know about the passage.”He looked at me. “Then we use the laundry route.”Evelina stepped forward. “The old laundry passage. It was officially closed years ago.”Adrian frowned. “You know where it is?”“I used to. It runs behind the kitchens, beneath the western courtyard. Comes out near the chapel. It would put us behind them.”He studied the markings, then folded the map.“We go after sunset.”“And if they're already inside?”“Then we wait until they leave.”I didn't like waiting. But I liked walking into a chamber with

By the time I reached my father's study, I had decided not to accuse him.Not yet.Victoria's warning had changed how I looked at him, but it hadn't given me proof. If I walked in demanding answers, he would become defensive or give me only what he thought I was ready to hear.I needed the truth, not another carefully chosen piece.I knocked.“Come in.”My father stood by the fireplace, a document in his hand. He looked up, and for a moment his expression was almost relieved.Then he saw my face.“You've heard something.”I closed the door.“I need to talk to you about Mother.”Something shifted. “You've been asking about her again.”“I went to the Hall of Records. And the chapel.”His shoulders stiffened.“You shouldn't have gone there.”“Why?”“Because it was sealed for a reason.”“That isn't an explanation. It's a warning.”He looked toward the window. “It was meant to be.”“Did Mother know about the chamber beneath it?”“Yes.”“How long?”“Before your accident.”“She found it hers