As he reached the spot, Erick's eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity as he stormed inside Kana chamber seeing her his expression went charge Kana was shocked qith an instant; he directly approached Kana, his steps deliberate and his presence commanding. "where is she?" His voice was a low growl, a predator sensing its prey. Kana's gaze faltered under the weight of Erick's scrutiny. "I have no idea," she, her voice tinged with unease. Erick's dark eyes bore into hers, his suspicion evident. "You were here when I was away. She was in these halls. Do not play games with me." Kana's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. "I swear, Erick, I don't know where she is." Erick, his presence a chilling reminder of the darkness that cloaked the castle, stepped forward. "Let me make something very clear to you, Late Queen." His voice was as cold as ice, his eyes devoid of any trace of mercy. "If I find the slightest hint of your involvement in her disappearance, the consequences you
With flames held aloft, they ventured into the heart of the castle, the fire's glow casting grotesque shadows that danced upon the walls like malevolent spirits. Their steps were muffled by the oppressive silence that clung to the corridors, each footfall a whispered echo of their presence. Deeper and deeper they descended, guided solely by the eerie cadence of Cynthia's heartbeat. The obsidian darkness was a shroud that concealed their surroundings, reducing their world to mere inches beyond their reach. But within that inky abyss, Erick's eyes blazed a disconcerting shade of violet, their glow illuminating the way like forbidden magic. The pulse of Cynthia's heart grew louder with each step, a rhythm that reverberated through the marrow of their bones. It was as if the castle itself was orchestrating this haunting symphony, conducting them deeper into its enigmatic core. Abruptly, they halted, their progress stymied by the wall of obscurity before them. The heartbeat's crescendo
Cynthia's eyes fluttered open, her surroundings a blur as her groggy mind struggled to make sense of the situation. Disoriented, she tried to recall where she was and how she had ended up in such a place. As her vision cleared, a rush of confusion washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of realization. Beneath her, a steady rise and fall met her senses, the rhythmic motion jolting her into alertness. Her heart raced, her eyes widening as she realized she was nestled against someone's chest. The realization hit her like a shock, and she tensed, her body stiffening in surprise. With a cautious glance upward, her gaze met a sight that sent a jolt of recognition through her. Erick's features were serene in slumber, his chest a firm and reassuring presence beneath her. The shock of the revelation nearly stole her breath away, her mind racing to process the situation. In the dim light of the room, her surroundings slowly came into focus. The room was bathed in a soft, gentle glow, c
His presence was like a storm cloud rolling in, his aura charged with a potent mixture of anger and concern. The air seemed to grow heavy in his wake, a palpable silence settling over the room as he approached her. "Explain," his voice was a low growl, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into hers. The word hung in the air like a command, demanding answers. Cynthia's throat felt dry as she swallowed, her gaze dropping to her hands clenched in her lap. "I... I don't know.," she admitted, her voice a hesitant whisper. Roberick's jaw tightened, his frustration evident in the way he raked a hand through his dark hair. "You expect me to believe that? That you simply wandered into the coldest chamber in the castle in your sleep?" His tone was laced with skepticism, his words a dangerous challenge. "I didn't do it intentionally," Cynthia retorted, her own frustration rising. She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "I have no reason to lie to yo
Her silent nod felt like a pact sealed in the dimly lit room, a secret shared between them. "Did you find yourself there accidentally?" he inquired softly, a mixture of concern and curiosity in his voice, as if hoping for a simple explanation. A slow, deliberate shake of her head dispelled that notion, her eyes avoiding his gaze. "Someone led you there?" he pushed, his voice tinged with a touch of urgency. This time, her nod seemed to carry a weight of confession, an admission that she wasn't alone in this. "Who?" The word was a sharp blade slicing through the air, his eyes narrowing on her as he leaned closer. His grip on her tightened as a knock resonated through the chamber, interrupting their conversation. She moved to rise, a tentative attempt, but his unyielding hold pinned her in place, his intense gaze locking onto her with a mixture of warning and command. "Enter," his voice was low, carrying an underlying current of tension that seemed to wrap around them. He felt her
Cynthia's sneeze disrupted the tense ambiance, a brief lapse of vulnerability in the charged atmosphere that had wrapped around them. Erick's focus shifted swiftly, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of mockery curling his lips. "Caught a chill?" he remarked, his voice carrying a note of amusement that held a cruel edge. She shot him a glance, her irritation and embarrassment brewing into a storm within her. "It's nothing," she retorted sharply, the words laced with a stubborn defiance that dared him to challenge her. Erick's attention remained fixed on her, his gaze like a predator assessing its prey. His lips curled further, a half-smile that carried a touch of dark amusement. "Is that so?" he drawled, his voice dripping with insinuation, a velvet danger that sent shivers down her spine. A chill seemed to snake its way into the room, wrapping around them like a viper. It was a tangible reminder of the power he held, a presence that could manipulate and possess. Her eyes met his,
"Sylvian," his voice was a whip-crack, each word slicing through the air, his gaze a vise around her. "Yes, Your Highness," Sylvian responded, his voice respectful yet carrying a nuanced understanding of the tense situation at hand. "Prepare my chamber for her. She will remain there until she's sufficiently recovered to leave," Erick commanded, his tone unyielding and commanding. Cynthia's retort was swift, a flash of defiance in her eyes. "I won't be trapp-" Erick's index finger pressed softly against his lips, his touch silencing her words. His gaze bore into hers with a lethal intensity, a storm of anger and resolve lurking beneath the surface."Sylvian," his voice sliced through the air like a blade, his gaze a vise around her. "Yes, Your Highness," Sylvian's response was swift, his tone laced with a mixture of respect and a keen understanding of the situation's gravity. "Summon the physician," Erick's words were a command, his tone icy and unyielding, leaving no room for ne
PRESENT SCENEINT. KINGDOM CELESTRIA - VILLAGE - EVENING Lucia stood frozen before her father, his eyes ablaze with a tempestuous mix of anger and disappointment. His footsteps echoed heavily as he closed the distance between them, his expression unyielding and hardened. Without a moment's pause, he raised his hand and the sound of his palm striking her cheek echoed through the room. Lucia's world spun for an instant, her cheek stinging from the impact. She stumbled, her balance faltering as she sank to the floor, the pain radiating across her face. "Father, I'm sor—" Lucia began, her voice tremulous, but his grip on her arm was unyielding. With an almost mechanical precision, he pulled her back onto her feet, the harshness of his grip leaving an uncomfortable pressure on her skin. His fingers dug into her arm like a vice as he positioned her to face him, his stormy eyes locked onto hers. The room seemed to shrink around them, the walls closing in as the tension escalated. Her fath