Cardan's Letters To Jude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he answered without a smile. I grinned at what he said and raised an eyebrow at Davide, who revealed his cards. "One pair. I'm in deep trouble," he frowned. "It appears I didn't arrange those cards in my favor, after all." Jude made a clicking sound with his tongue and revealed his hand of low cards. My face was blank as I observed Jiao's actions. He was cold and calculating. I found him difficult to understand. He gave a smirk. "Looks like it's just you and me, Luca. Let's raise the stakes." He put his car keys in the center of the pile.

​I stood frozen in the middle of the room, listening carefully until the footsteps outside faded away completely. ​My heart was hammering against my ribs. I moved swiftly toward the small side table near the window, reaching into the shadow behind the brass candlestick. My fingers closed around the tiny, folded square of parchment Julian had dropped. ​I retreated toward the hearth, using the warm light of the fire to read the small, tight handwriting written in black ink inside: ​Do not trust the wine at tonight's banquet.

“I’m sorry, Sister.” Sister Vera turned back to Carden, hurt flashing in her eyes. “I don’t believe this. You lied again. What else are you hiding from me?” Carden bowed his head, guilt washing over him. “That’s all you need to know,” he said quietly. “Anna isn’t related to me. I kept having the same dream—over and over—of a girl begging me to come save her. When I found out she was real… I couldn’t ignore it and telling you I came to Sicily because of a dream sounds silly, I’m sorry sister .”

“And the vessel has been found.” “She took the curse,” I said. “It answers to her now.” The cardinal tilted his head. “No. It answers to the will that created it. The church only needs to remind the people where salvation lies.” He motioned for me to rise. His hand pressed a silver medallion into mine — etched with the crest of a crown pierced by a sword. “She will not rule unchallenged,” he whispered. “You were born of the same fire, Mateo. And fire does not yield.”

She hid her face towards everyone whilst massaging her forehead. “Who gave it to you?” Jane affirmed, trying to look at the letter given. “N-Nothing.” On the other hand, Jude moved his wheelchair near them. It's still their break so they didn't give much attention to him other than paying respect and recognition, other than that, their whole damn attention is currently at Emerald. Loren made a move. She took the letter Emerald was holding and quickly spoke his name, getting Jude's attention entirely. “Let’s see each other later. From Carlos. Carlos who?”

I wish you both a long and happy life together. I love you with all my heart, Alexander Markus Peregrine. Now and always. Your loving mother.” The letter fell from my shaking hand. I sprawled my fingers on the wooden table, trying to control the beast that was raging inside me. Gideon took the piece of paper and examined it. Once he was done, he neatly folded it up and placed it back in the envelope with the stone. He sighed, rubbing his face vigorously with his hand. “I’m so sorry, Alex.” My friend said with sad eyes.

"Since the dramatics are over, perhaps we can discuss the current political reality." I settled back onto the furs, pulling a blanket around myself. Cardan knelt beside me, his eyes full of worry. He gently took my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. I didn't pull away. "I need to tell you what Adam told me," Cardan said, his voice suddenly hard and serious. He recounted Adam's visions, the 'side effect' of the poison. When he finished, silence descended on the hut, heavy and suffocating. "The Immeasurable... he started the war," I repeated, the words tasting like ash. "And I… I was fighting him. And he's you?"

I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady. Diana took a deep breath before answering, her eyes downcast. “I honestly don’t know,” she said. “Denis always admired King Cardinal, and his reign was the most peaceful we’ve had in a long time. All the Cardinals who’ve ascended the throne have made the country prosper, but there were always disputes. Your father, however, was different. He managed to rule without any animosity from neighbouring countries. King Cardinal was fair and talented. When I wrote my brother that letter, I hoped his beliefs were still those he had ten years ago.”

“The next one is yet another letter from Duke Alaric.” My eyes snapped open. “How many letters has that clown sent already?” “This makes seven, my lord.” I sighed. “Read it.” • To: Revandrel, wherever the hell you are hiding now. I know you are reading this. You always read my letters; you simply enjoy pretending that you do not. This is the seventh one, by the way. I have been trying to reach you since the morning after the exhibition. I heard all that occurred. Then I heard of your sudden disappearance.

"You are half of the reason for my miserable life. i left because of you" Jude said "And i would make sure i am the reason you come back. after all the position for my right hand is still vacant"