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“Goards! Take this lying wench to the dungeons at once! She is to be charged with treason for slandering the Crown! If the Duchess of the Fourth House dares to intercede on her behalf, she too shall be thrown into the dungeons!”
“Wh what…how could this be?” she gasped, utterly stunned.
Alistair’s voice was cold, unyielding, and he stepped on the maid’s hand as he passed, crushing her fingers beneath his heel. He gave a disdainful sneer and turned on his heel to leave.
“No! Please, Your Majesty, I am the maid to the Duchess of the Fourth House! What I’ve said is the truth! I don’t know why Lady Elvira passed away bedore, but please, Your Majesty, investigate this matter further. I beg you, show mercy!”
The maid’s voice cracked as she pleaded, her hands reaching out in desperation. Yet, Alistair did not even space her a glance.
In the end, the guards seized her without mercy, dragging her from the hall, leaving a long streak of blood across the polished marble.
But the blood was soon cleaned, leaving no trace behind. Nothing remained
For three days, Alistair remained by Elvira’s coffin. Save for the occasional council meeting, he never left her side.
During this time, every investigation confirmed the same conclusion–there was no one to blame. Elvira’s death was a suicide
But there was one thing that didn’t add up. Before her death, Elvira had exchanged most of her jewelry for money, giving a large sum to the Lord Chamberlain
Nothing else was found. Yet Alistair’s Instincts told him something was wrong. Elvira would never have taken her own lite. Someone must have assisted her, but the evidence was nowhere to be found.
“Elvira, do you hate me this much? You would rather die than stay with me? I won’t allow it!” he cried out, his voice filled with madness and obsession
He remained by her side, his mind consumed by the need to uncover the truth.
After three days, a wizard arrived to perform a ritual, claiming he could bring her spirit back to him.
Alistair’s hope surged, and he eagerly welcomed the priest into his chambers:
“Whatever it takes, I will do it,” Alistair promised, his voice trembling with desperation
The priest, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, nodded and began preparing for the ritual.
“Your Majesty, bringing Lady Elvira’s soul back is not difficult. But to loop her spirit bound to this world will require great sacrifice. You must offer your blood, a drop each day for seven days. Only then can she return. However, this will harm your body, Your Majesty. Are you sure you wish to proceed?” Alistair was silent for a moment, considering. But just as he was about to speak, a voice rang out from behind him.
“No, Your Majesty. You must not!”
It was Isabeau, her face streaked with tears.
“Your Majesty, please. Is it truly worth it? She has chosen to for my father’s. Please, let her go.”
leave this world
world, and you must respect her decision. She left of her own accord, for my sake,
She stepped closer, attempting to take his hand, her voice pleading
“Your Majesty, life and death are weighty matters. Do you not see? If you harm yourself in this way, what will become of the kingdom? If you tall, the entire realm will be in chaos. Please, think of the people. And of me. You once said you loved me… did you not?”
Her voice trailed off, the words left hanging in the air.
Alistair’s expression remained impassive, his gaze cold as he avoided her touch.
“Isabeau, you are but a mere consort now. You allowed your maidservants to frame Elvira, and yet you dare to lecture me?” he sneered.
“Perhaps you are eager to reunite with your disgraced father. Do not test my patience further.”
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At these words, Isabean’s heart skipped a beat, as though time had momentarily halted.
She forced a faint smile, feigning confusion.
“Your Majesty, are you jesting? I don’t quite understand. Elvira is my sister. How could I ever harm her? She has tormented me repeatedly, and I’ve endured it all. If it’s my blood needed to save her, I would gladly offer it. But I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt–do you understand?”
She continued. “My king, when I married the Fourth Prince, it was never my wish. If you’ve harbored anger toward me for all these years, I’ve borne it in silence. But now, I beg of you, I do not wish for you to suffer. Can you truly despise me so? My sister died because of it, and my father was exiled to the desolate north–has that not been enough? Do you need my life to atone for it? I that is what you desire, then I shall die. It would be better than enduring this torment of the heart!”
With those words, Isabeau teared up, closing her eyes as though resolutely crashing toward the pillar.
Just as her head was about to strike the column, a hand shot out and stopped her.
“Ah…
She opened her eyes, about to call out Alistair’s name, but instead, she found that the hand before her wasn’t his at all.
The priest smiled slyly and withdrew his hand. “Your Grace, you claim to be Elvira’s true sister. In truth, summoning a soul with the blood of a close kin is quite effective. If you are willing, it would be most beneficial.”
With a subtle glance, the priest signaled to a disciple who had been waiting behind him.
The disciple nodded understandingly, taking out a silver needle and preparing to pierce Isabeau’s finger.
She quickly jerked her hand away, glaring at the priest. “Are you mad? Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me!”
As the words left her lips, Isabeas suddenly realized something was terribly wrong
Feigning hurt, she whimpered, “I fear pain the most. I can manage this myself.”
Alistair closed his eyes, hiding the disappointment deep within.
She continuously claimed her innocence, but did she truly know nothing about the events of the past?
she had never been truly kind–hearted, and it was impossible for her to have willingly saved Elvira he had always known that
When he opened his eyes again, he cast a cold glance at her. “Your disguise is pitiful, Isabeau. You never intended to save Elvira. How much longer must you feign such sisterly affection? Moreover, Elvira does not need your blood, She owes you nothing. Even if she made mistakes, she has already been punished for them Guards! Take the Duchess away. She is not to enter the palace without summons!”
With that command, a group of servants swiftly escorted Isabeau out of the hall
The silence that followed was absolute
Alistair massaged his brow, his gaze falling upon the icy coffin with its decaying contents. Sibyly, he spoke, “Wasn’t it the heart’s blood you needed? Let us begin. Silas should be bringing the items related to Elvira soon.
The priest nodded, placing a beautifully decorated dagger, studded with countless gems, on the table before him.
“Your Majesty, the heart’s blood must come from you.”
Alistair took the dagger and, after calling in the royal physician to confirm its sharpness, he pressed the tip of the blade to his chest.
Only a fraction of an inch away, it would pierce his skin, spilling blood.
He stared at his hand, momentarily distracted.
He had never imagined that he would one day do something like this for Elvira.
Did he care for tier? He didn’t know.
All he knew was that he wanted to keep her by his side forever–even she were dead, her soul would belong to him alone.
This obsession, this intensity, was something entirely different from the feelings he once had for Isabeau
but it had never reached the depths of what he now felt.
When he saw Isabeau marry another, he had felt anger and regret, b When he had first ascended to the throne, he had indeed considered forcibly taking her into the palace, limprisoning ber by his side.
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But with the threats of both internal and external crises, Alistair had been forced to put that thought aside, if only temporarily.
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After the Frost family sent Elvira into the palace, Alistair had indeed taken out all his fury on her at first.
But ever since he mistook her for Isabeau and tools her into his bed, everything had changed.
Only he truly knew–that night, he wasn’t completely out of it.
At some point, he came to his senses, yet he chose to lose himself in desire anyway.
With every reckless night after, the deeper Alistair sank, the more unease gnawed at him.
His mind warned him not to care too much for Elvira, but his heart wouldn’t listen.
For five years, he had been fell in love with her, while Elvira remained detached, always planning her escape.
Why had she never cared about him, not even a little, after all this time?
Alistair resented it. But he hated himself even more for developing feelings he know he shouldn’t have.
The border cities fell back under his control like clockwork–yet somewhere along the way, he’d long stopped scheming to drag Isabeau into his
Whatever obsession he’d harbored for her had frayed with time. But now? Letting go of Elvira was beyond him..
A bitter laugh coiled in Alistair’s chest. How absurd, to catch feelings for the very woman he’d once used as a plaything for his wrath.
He tightened his grip–on the dagger. Without hesitation, he pressed it against his chest.
The moment the blade split his heart, the pain was so intense he nearly blacked out. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it “Elvira, when you return to me one day, you must repay this debt.”
His breath was shallow and labored. As the drop of heart’s blood fell, his face turned as pale as paper.
The physicians rushed to his side.
Meanwhile, Silas had already retrieved the article of clothing Elvira had once left behind in the palace,
The undergarment was burned completely, and Alistair, lips tightly pressed together, could not shake the growing unease in his heart.
Would this ritual truly bring her back?
But he had no other way.
Alistair was helped back to the palace, where he drank the bone broth that would help him recover,
He took a single sip, instinctively furrowed his brow, then pushed the bowl ašile.
“This broth tastes dreadful Elvita, you can have the rest.”
He tried to sound cold and indifferent, but his voice was week
For a long while, the room was silent, until finally a maid gathered the courage to speak.
“My king… Elvira is no longer here Shall I take the bowl away?”
Alistair froze for a moment, then shouted angrily, “Get out!” The maid fled.
He stared blankly at the bowl of broth, momentarily lost
In his mind, he could see Elvira’s quiet, obedient face as she sipped soup beside him.
He reached out instinctively, but his fingers touched only the lukewarm surface of the bowl,
Perhaps Elvira hold far more importance in his heart than he had ever admitted.
Sp he thought.
In the end, Alistair finished the entire bowl of broth
Late into the night, the emptiness beside hiels
As ir Elvira had never existed.
a felt colder than ever no warmth could chase it away
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Every time be closed his eyes, her face appeared in his mind…
She had never smiled at him–always unhappy, always reluctant,
She could smile at any servant, but never at him.
Countless times, Alistair had wondered bitterly, ‘Was it really so hard to smile at me?!
Maybe, just maybe, if she had smiled at him once, he would have softened. He might have granted one of her requests.
But in the end, the only thing she had ever asked for… was to leave.
Frustration Clared in his heart, yet there was no place to release it
Because she was no longer there.
What did it matter how many emotions he felt now? She couldn’t see thein.
Alistair didn’t sleep a single moment that night.
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The next day was Lord’s Day.
came to that.
At dawn, Silas stood outside the throne room, his face filled with fury and resolve–ready to die if it ca
#your Majesty, I have an urgent matter to report. It concerns the Frost family’s firstborn daughter, Isabeau. Even if I must forfeit my life today, I must speak the truth!”
*Isabeau bullied and framed Elvira for plenty of times. I’ve gathered sufficient evidence! On the night of the Thanksgiving Banquet, it was Isabeau and her maid who pushed Elvira into the water. Elvira never struck her it was Isabeau who slapped herself and deceived you.”
“After Elvira miscarried, Isabeau led several maids in beating her she said she’d make sure Elvira could never have children again. The poisoned pendant, the toxins–they were all Isabeau’s doing. She is malicious to the core, unfit to be a duchess. Your Majesty! I am begging you to strip her of her title and sentence her to death for her crimes!!!
As he spoke, Silas presented all the testimonies before Alistair
this moment.
He had been working tirelessly for days, all for th
Elvira had died without cleaning her name someone had to speak for her.
Alistair flipped through the pile of servant testimonies, and Silas quietly wiped the cold sweat from his palms.
Truth be told, he wasn’t entirely confident
He wasn’t a fool–he hadn’t known all the details at the time. And after wrongly punishing Elvira in a fit of rage, he had realized the truth only afterward.
But back then, he had weighed his options and chosen not to pursue it.
Because at the time, the king still harbored feelings for Isabeau
Even Silas could see this clearly–how could the king not have?
If Elvira hadn’t set herself on fire, perhaps the king would never have realized how much she meant to him.
Silas lowered his head even further, heart pounding.
If he had to die today, so be it. He simply couldn’t bear how unfairly Elvira had been treated.
Alistair reread the testimonies in countless tunes. Fury built in his heart until he could no longer contain it.
“Isabeaul Who gave you the right to treat Elvira like this?”
He gripped the statements tightly, then coughed up a mouthful of blood, clenching his jaw in rage.
He sensed the hidden truth behind Isabeau being slapped, the mystery of the pendant… yet it never dawned on him how deeply Elvira had bled in the shadows.
“Sides, hear my decree Strip Isabeau of ber nobility. Throw her into prison, subject her to every turment, parade her through the streets in shame… then sender to the guillotine!”
“Her crimes were conspiracy to murder the queen, insubordination, and treason!”
Alistair’s voice booted through the hall, harsh and commanding. The servants were stunned.
Even Silas was dumbfounded
He could hardly bellave what he had just heard
The queen?
The king – had just referred to Elvira as the queen?
Shaking. Silas looked up and asked in disbelief, Your Majesty are you sure? Weren’t you once deeply loved Isabeau? Can you really bear to send her to the gallows?
Alistair’s eyes numed sharp and cold, devoid of warmth.
“She’s wicked beyond redemption, unfit to be a duchess, and unworthy of my affection. She deserves to die!”
If not for her and her father, Elvira would still be alive!”
The moment the words left the King’s lips, Silas couldn’t help but retort in the silence of his mind. Chapter 14
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Had it not been for the King, perhaps Elvira could’ve slipped
slipped into an ordinary life once she came of age
Had it not been for the King, she might’ve married for love or at least for a match befitting her sta
Anything would’ve been kinder than the torment of the palace.
Still, Silas kept his thoughts to himself and rushed to deliver the decree.
The once–envied Duchess Isabeau became a criminal overnight, making the entire city of Asteria whispered in shock.
by the P
Everyone knew how deeply Alistair and Isabeau had once loved each other and how they had been torn apart by
Back then, Lucian had been favored by the late king, celebrated for both talent and lineage.
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No one had expected that the one to seize the throne in the end would be Alistair the once Idle prince.
Gone was his usual careless indulgence now he ruled with a blade’s edge.
That night, during the coup in the palace, blood was spilled across the marble floors.
Though Dolce Lucian was spared, his power was stripped away, his body turned weak. From then on, he lost all ambition and wandered from place to place, deliberately living a life of leisure with his wife Isabeau, flaunting their affection in harmonious bliss.
However, during the change of regime, the border cities fell to foreign hands. Outraged citizens cursed Alistair for his cruelty, claiming he had been punished by the heavens and was unfit to rule. The nation fell into turmoil, forcing Alistair to abandon his plan of taking Isabeau by force.
Besides, he still held resentment toward her. He had never truly forgiven her.
That delay cost him several years.
Yet the world believed that with Alistair’s temperament, it was only a matter of time before he dragged Isabeau back to the palace. No one imagined she would end up like this.
Once held in the highest regard, Isabodu how languished in a dark, lightless prison.
The stone–faced jailers showed no pity as they tortured her with blank expressions,
The punishment escalated from mild to cruel.
Her ten
ten fingers were crushed one by one, now hanging limply, dripping with blood.
The branding iron hissed against her skin, its crimson glow searing flesh–the stench of charred meat thick enough to tum stomachs.
Where once was porcelain smoothness now lay a grotesque lattice: split flesh, weeping wounds, a map of cruelty carved in lash marks.
Time blurred. By now, her body was a canvas of wounds, every inch screaming. She was drenched in cold sweat, trembling like a drowned thing dragged ashore. A broken spectacle.
“… want…to see… the king..
Isabeau rasped out the words through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse and shrill, like a broken melodica
One of the jailers couldn’t hold back a mocking sport. “You? See His Majesty? Are you delusional? He’s the one who ordered you thrown in here! You tried to assassinate the queen. His Majesty probably wishes you were dead already!”
“No! That’s not possible!” she cried, shaking her head violently in disbelief. “Where would the king get a queen from? It must have been Silas forging the royal decree! Silas is the one at fault–you should’ve arrested him! Let me go, I’m truly scared now, I beg you..”
But her pleas found no merey
The prison guards who carry out executions in prison have always been tempered through countless trials and tribulations. Their hearts have long been hardened and will never soften.
They released venomous snakes, rats, and insects Into I her cell, letting them gaw at her flesh.
“His Majesty has already made a royal announcement. He has named Elvira the new queen and the wedding is imminent. You might as well give up. The king won’t come to save you–he only wishes you were dead”
Isabeau felt as though she had fallen into an ice plt. Her body went completely cold.
“Elvira is queen? Hut she’s dead! How can she be queen? Why not me? Didn’t he love we? He loved me for so many years–how could he marry someone
“So what if I married another man? I didn’t do it willingly! Didn’t the know that? It’s not my fault Back then he was powerless and useless. Did he think 1 wanted to spend my life in mediocrity with him? If he wouldn’t fight, someone else would! When another man became king, how could be possibly let Alistair go
“I did it for his own good! If not for me, would he have had the drive to become king? He should thank me. He should’ve made me his queen!” “Hahaha! I am the queen! I am the revered queen of the people.
Countless snakes and insects bit into her, and she finally descended into complete madness.
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But the jailers remained utterly unmoved.
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When the news reached Alistair, he paused, the knife in his hand hovering over the bowl meant to “Stupid,” before continuing the ritual.
His former carefree nature had always been a calculated illusion in the eyes of outsiders.
Two dogs fight over a bone, and a third runs away with it.
Had he revealed his ambitions too early, he would have become everyone’s target.
The late king’s faver had never mattered to him.
His mother’s fate remained a vivid warning.
Though she had been a queen, he was merely the sixth son.
his heart’s blood. He merely muttered,
His mother, daughter of a senior general, had helped the late king ascend the throne. Yet in the end, she was met with suspicion and scom. Even his birth
had been an accident.
She gave her life to ensure his survival. He was then raised by Maria–the current Queen Mother. To avoid suspicion, he had no choice but to pretend to live without ambition, losing himself in nature.
But Isabeau had always been short–sighted, only chasing immediate gain, ever the opportunist.
Even without her, he would still have become king.
The blade slid smoothly into his flesh. Blood dripped from its tip into a ceremonial bowl,
The sorcerer took the blood, lit a piece of Elvira’s intimate garment, and dropped it into the bowl.
In an instant, the flame blazed higher.
The summoning circle in the courtyard was already prepared. The sorcerer formed a complex hand seal and chanted:
“By the Frost bloodline, by Elvira’s name, By the balance of shadow and flame, Hear the whispers of earth and sky, Spirits avaloen, bones reply!1 summon thee, forgotten king. By rune and ash, by venom’s sting. With this mark, thy chains unbind, Rise from dust, O ghostly mind! No tomb shall hold, no ward deny. Come forth! Come forth! By the crow’s cry!”
The incantation had never failed before. Now it had been repeated countless times. Dark clouds rolled in over the courtyard, and a fierce wind howled, but no familiar soul appeared.
The sorcerer grew increasingly andous, his chanting faster and more frantic.
He suddenly spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
A growing s sense of dread settled in Alistair’s heart. His earlier nervous anticipation gave way to a chilling certainty.
“How is it?” he asloed, his voice tight with urgency.
The sorcerer coughed blood, shaking his head repeatedly.
Only after a long moment did he manage to speak, his voice strained. “Your Majesty, the summoning has failed. There are only two explanations—either the soul reluses to return to you, or… the summoning target is not yet dead. If she lives, her soul cannot be summoned.“
“Your Majesty,
what’s your…”
Hearing this, Alistair was overcome with conflicting emotions:
Was there any real difference between the two possibilities?
Either way, it meant she no longer wished to come back to him.
no longer wanted to see him, no longer wanted any part of his world, no longer wanted to start over.
She ne
But why?
Alistair couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Silas, why won’t Elvira come back to me? In these five years, did she truly not feel even a shred of affection for me? Was it really that painful to stay by my side?”
He clutched his freshly bandaged chest, but blood, driven by his surging emotions, continued to seep through, staining his hands red.
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Silas lowered his head in silence. He had no answer to give.
No matter what he said, it wouldn’t please Alistair.
Sllas chose to remain silent. But deep down, Alistair already knew the answer.
After a long while, Alistair’s eyes turned bloodshot. With a furious sweep, he knocked everything off the table.
“Out! You useless trash, get out of my sight!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the sorcerer and all the servants scrambled to flee the courtyard, terrified to linger even a second longer.
Silence tell. The courtyard was eerily still.
Inside the ice coffin, the charred remains of a corpse lay motionless. Alistair, however, didn’t mind at all. His fingers gently traced the key surface, caressing it with a rare tenderness.
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“Elvira, I don’t care if you’re dead or alive–I just want you back. I’ll do whatever you ask, anything at all, just please come back to me, alright?
“If you want freedom, I can take you out of the palace as often as you like. If you want status, the moment you return, you’ll be my only queen. If you want my love, I’ll make you my only priority in everything. And if you hate me for what I did in the past, you can punish me however you see fit.”
“I truly know i was wrong. As for Isabean, she’s already paid a thousand times over. Please come back to me..
He pressed his forehead against the ice–cold coffin, his voice hoarse and choloed with sobs.
For the first time, the proud and lotry king bowed his head.
But Elvira couldn’t see it at all.
No one knew how much time passed before Alistair finally calmed down.
H
He walked out like a soulless husk. Watching the servants hurry past him, he felt nothing but unbearable loneliness
His heart was hollow and aching in waves.
He moved his lips and barely managed to squeeze out a raspy voice, “Reinvestigate everything that happened before Elvira’s death. Leave no detail out report every single thing to me.”
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“Prepare another summoning ritual tomorrow. If once isn’t enough, then do it twice, three times as many times as it takes. We’re not stopping until we find Elvira.”
only follow his orders and dig deeper.
Everyone had witnessed his madness over the past days. When persuasion no longer worked, they could only f
For a time, unease swept the entire palace. Anyone with information had to spill everything they knew.
Alistair flipped through petitions, his frustration mounting.
The wound on his chest had never healed. The skin split open again and again, festering into a mass of decayed flesh.
But he seemed numb to the pain. His brow didn’t even twitch.
In just half a month, he had clearly grown thinner.
Drawing blood from the heart every day wasn’t something just anyone could endure.
No matter how potent the conics were, they couldn’t counter the Eliness browing from the grief in his heart.
After finishing the reports, ie painstakingly went over Elvira’s records from the past five years.
Several nights passed before he finally found a few subtle clues buried in the noise.
A year ago, Elvira had sustained only a minor injury, yet she used up a great deal of medicinal supplies.
Some maids even remembered that she had gotten up in the middle of the night to clean the courtyard or perhaps she had buried something
After that night, the flowers in the courtyard bloomed with unnatural brilliance.
And in the two weeks leading up to the fire, Elvira had sold off her jewelry and given gold coins to Silas.
If she had been planning to burn herself, why wait until that day?
She had plenty of chances before then–and that day wasn’t special in any way.
She sold her jewelry in advance, yet not to escape.
the money went to Silms. Why would someone proparing to die need so much wealth? She must have planned
“Someone must have helped her and not just anyone, but someone highly skilled and powerful. Otherwise, how could they have slipped past all the pelaco guards and shadow assassins?”
“Very few people could accomplish that. If Elvira truly wanted to disappear, she would have to leave Asteria. Evading so many checkpoints and escape unscathed, her ally must have had extraordinary means to disguise her.”
“Find someone capable of investigating this. Anyone known for disguise and martial prowess would have left traces. Look for anyone with a reputation in
these areas.”
Alistair turned to the shadow assassins hidden in the corner and spoke with calm ahority
After several days of relentless searching, be finally identified the most likely person who could have helped Elvira escape.
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At the top of the list was the number–one ranked mercenary–Vesper.
Vesper was a master of martial arts, concealment, and disguise. No one in the kingdom knew what he truly looked like.
Finding him was like searching for a needle in a haystack. It felt like everything had returned to square one.
But at least Elvira was alive. That was a good start
And Alistair had no intention of giving up.
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