In fact, Julian was unaware of Juliana's deception or whoever that girl's real name was. And there was no way Julian could remain calm when facing a girl cursed with the power of a Revenant: it meant that everything was not okay. Kieran, Serena, and Arlo were not okay. Varidianth was not okay either.And Julian himself was not okay, clearly.Julian took a deep breath. His eyes locked onto the shadow at the kitchen cabinet door, observing the figure of the girl standing right behind him, her eyes blazing like hellfire. As red as blood."What did I do to make your boss angry?" Julian asked casually. "Because I don't remember doing anything.""It's none of your business," Juliana's (or Revenant's, whichever) voice sounded so deep and cold. The power of the Revenant could only be attained after reaching seventeen years of age, so it was clear Juliana was just pretending to act like a fourteen-year-old girl when meeting Julian. Or perhaps Julian was wrong to assume so.Cassie, Julian's bel
After the unopenable coffin of the Grand Duchess had been laid to rest in a simple ceremony attended only by servants and close relatives, Jace maintained his mournful expression a little longer as he bid a brief farewell to everyone present so he could promptly depart for Remirer to attend the coronation feast of the new Queen Varidianth.All relatives were cordial to him. After all, he would soon become the new Grand Duke. However, amidst everyone, Jace suddenly encountered her. The woman he had once loved deeply. His former wife whom he divorced to smooth his approach to Serena. The woman whom Jace believed loved him wholeheartedly, yet was ensnared in the game Vikrant devised to test her loyalty. Her love and loyalty to him turned out to be more fragile than splintered wood.Jace maintained his somber expression and returned the embrace from his former wife. "Thank you for coming, Vanessa," he whispered. He wasn't thankful at all. Jace was still wounded by Vanessa's infi
"Are you alright, Lady Serena?"Serena blinked in surprise, realizing that she had been staring down at the plain black fur carpet beneath her feet. She lifted her head slightly, meeting Jenny's gaze, the maid who had been diligently painting her nails plain black with silver glitter. Behind the girl, a fire flickered in the fireplace. The warmth that Jace always enjoyed whenever he visited the old central palace of Varidianth."Should we extinguish the fire in the fireplace? You seem uncomfortable with the warmth," Jenny murmured softly.Serena shook her head, then forced a smile. "I enjoy the warmth," she said, secretly longing for the cool weather before the heavy rain in Rainvale. "I'm just not used to being dressed up like this."She wasn't entirely lying. Jenny had been with her for an hour now, quickly helping her dress, style her hair, and apply makeup. By the time Jenny decided to paint her nails, Serena was already tired and sleepy."Oh, really?" Jenny suddenly looked guilty
"Yeah, why didn't you buy that mat, Anne... It's cheap, and though not comfortable, at least you wouldn't have to..."Oliver rolled his eyes listening to Anne muttering softly beside him, perhaps scolding herself for not getting an extra mattress from the servant dormitory, and the sofa in their room turned out to be too narrow to sleep on. As a result, they ended up sharing a bed, and even though they were both exhausted from not having slept since yesterday, Anne wasn't pleased with the idea. Maybe she was afraid of Oliver or something.Honestly, Oliver disliked it when people were afraid of him. He had often received those fearful glances from his own family ever since he discovered his special magic talent during the blessing ceremony. It was as if Oliver would turn into General Griffin and go on a rampage. Or perhaps they were afraid Oliver would turn into his father and disrupt his territory as the Earl. However, Oliver knew very well who the enemy was and who the friend was. He
"Malevolent Sorcerer-King?" Kieran repeated Morana's words with confusion. "If you mean Prince Vikrant, he has not yet ascended to the throne in the kingdom of Valorthorn."For a moment, the bedroom fell silent. Only the sound of raindrops tapping outside and the faint murmurs of tense conversations among the servants in the garden could be heard.Neither Morana nor Rory were eager to confront Kieran's naive statement. It was too painful to acknowledge its truth."Alright, I understand," murmured Kieran finally. "King Nightcrown has long been confined to his bed due to the chronic heart disease he suffers from. But I fail to see the correlation between the existence of a 'Malevolent Sorcerer-King' and the abundance of children in Valorthorn who have been cursed with revenant curses. I myself have been cursed because my father was also a Revenant. I don't know about you, Rory, and the new revenant you're chasing."Morana sighed deeply. Her eyes roamed wildly, perhaps forming speculatio
The drizzle kissed Kieran's face as he arrived on a floor beneath his bedroom. The wind whispered fiercely, the sky cloaked in darkness with rumbling clouds. Several servants hurried past, thankfully too rushed and occupied to acknowledge him.The winding corridors of the palace made it easy for Kieran to locate Serena's room among the many guest chambers on that floor. With eyes as keen as an eagle's, Kieran swiftly found a door with a golden plaque inscribed 'Marquis Jace' hanging on it. It turned out to be precisely beneath Kieran's own room, explaining why the servant earlier had mistakenly ended up at his door.He slowed his pace, arriving in front of the door. For a moment, he hesitated as the golden plaque stood before him—though he refused to meet its gaze.Kieran bowed his head momentarily, feeling uncertain. The name on the golden plaque only stirred up the jealousy and disappointment he felt. It also reminded him of the last moment he spoke with Serena earlier that morning.
There was once an observatory erected in the western part of Varidianth's central palace. It was a dome-roofed building made of gleaming iron, visible even in the daylight, and reserved solely for research purposes. During his time at the palace, Dravon never found interest in the iron dome or anything within it. However, in Valorthorn, the observatory and planetarium were open to the public for research and divination purposes. When feeling weary, Dravon often visited just to gaze upon the beauty of the universe. The beauty amidst millions of chaos—from the past to the future.From several servants Dravon knew, he learned that the coronation ceremony had been postponed. Actually, the word 'postponed' was too simple to describe the current situation. All the servants were in a panic. The drizzle followed by an impending storm was a bad omen in Remirer, a city almost unfamiliar with rain. They had to relocate all the chairs and tables in the palace's backyard, where the celebration wou
"Serena, are you betraying me? Answer me!" Jace's voice echoed through the bedroom.It was the first time Kieran had seen and heard Jace so furious. The man had never been angry before; he was like an older brother figure, always pleasant, cool, and incredibly skilled at making things better for everyone. But now, his demeanor was vastly different, and it felt somewhat eerie."Don't yell at me!" Serena retorted as she rose from the bed and stood right behind Kieran. "I'm not betraying you, Jace. On the contrary, it's you who's betraying me."Jace laughed, short and cold, poised to deliver a hurtful remark to both of them. But his young, petite-bodied guard whispered something to him, instantly silencing Jace and steadying his breath.Kieran thought the situation would soon improve. However, Serena suddenly moved to the wardrobe and retrieved her beloved red-handled dagger. Jace's subordinates moved forward swiftly, and Kieran didn't need to think twice. He immediately summoned his shi