21Cersei stood there, her whole body trembling with a mixture of rage, humiliation, and an overwhelming sense of defeat. Her mind was a tumultuous storm of thoughts and emotions, each wave crashing harder than the last. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. Her teeth gritted so hard she feared they might crack. "No," she whispered fiercely to herself, "I won't give them the satisfaction."Lavinia, her brow arched in expectation, extended her hand. "The combination, Cersei. Now," she demanded, her voice cold and commanding.Cersei's eyes rolled defiantly, her pride the last vestige of her crumbling facade. "Never," she spat out, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and defiance. "You'll never get it from me."Lavinia glared at her, her eyes cold. "Pride will be your downfall, Cersei. Do not test me further." But Cersei was past the point of reason, consumed by wounded ego and spite. "You think you've won?" she sneered. "You know nothin
22The old man rushed through the hospital doors, Darien close behind carrying a small bag. "This way," the man said, breathless with worry.They arrived at a room where a little girl lay lay pale and weak in the bed. At the sound of footsteps, her eyes fluttered open weakly. "Grandpa?" she called in a frail voice."I'm here sweetheart," the old man said, taking her tiny hand in his wrinkled ones. Tears welled in his eyes as he gazed at her frail form. Darien approached carefully. "I have brought something that may help." He held up the Golden Apple for them to see.The little girl's eyes widened. "The magic apple?" Darien nodded solemnly. "Yes child."The little girl stared at the Golden Apple in awe and wonder. Darien approached the bedside slowly and looked upon the frail granddaughter with compassion. "May I?" he asked gently, motioning toward the ailing child. The old man nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with hope and tears. "Half of this apple should be enough to save your g
23Darien entered the room, his heart heavy with the decision he had made. The weight of the Golden Apple in his pocket was a constant reminder of the choice that lay ahead.The brother, noticing Darien's approach, stood up abruptly, his eyes wary. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice edged with tension."I'm someone who wants to help," Darien replied, his voice calm and steady. He observed the sister lying on the bed, her breaths shallow, her skin pale. The sight stirred a deep sadness within him."Why should we trust you?" the brother's fists clenched at his sides, his body tense, prepared for any threat.Darien reached into his pocket and pulled out the half of the Golden Apple, its surface gleaming softly in the dim light of the hospital room. "Because I have this," he said, holding it out for them to see.The sister's eyes widened with a mix of hope and disbelief. "Is that...?" she began, her voice trailing off."The Golden Apple," Darien finished for her. "It has the power to h
24Darien watched intently, taking in every detail while his mind raced. These men were clearly planning something sinister, and the mention of poison sent a chill through him. As an herbalist and healer, the thought of using such deadly toxins went against his principles. But more than that, his gift of prophecy stirred uneasily. While the details were unclear, he sensed their scheme could have far-reaching consequences if not stopped.The scarred man's sneering tone sent a chill down Darien's spine. He could see the nervous man with graying hair clench and unclench his fists, a sheen of sweat appearing on his brow as if wanting to object further but fearing retaliation. After several tense minutes of planning, the figures began making preparations to depart. Darien knew he had to act quickly. As they started moving boxes and crates, one of them accidentally knocked over a satchel, spilling its contents on the floor. "Careful you fool!" growled the scarred man, arching his brow in
25Cersei seethed as the guards led her away in handcuffs. Her cheek still burned from the slaps as she replayed the humiliating scene over and over in her mind. How could it have all fallen apart so quickly? She had been so close to securing power over this town. As the jail cell door slammed shut behind her, Cersei collapsed on the hard bed, tears of rage and despair streaming down her face. 'That witch Lavinia has ruined me,' she thought bitterly. 'And Darien, with his smug smiles and secrets. I'll make them pay for this humiliation.' In the wake of Cersei's arrest, news rippled through the city with the swiftness of a wildfire. Whispers turned to discussions, and discussions into debates. The tale of her dramatic downfall at the plaza was recounted with varying shades of incredulity and schadenfreude.---**At the Smith Household**Marcella sat in her living room, her fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of tea, though it had long since gone cold. Her knuckles were white from th
26Lavinia, reacting with the speed and precision of a seasoned soldier, closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Her hand struck like a viper, disarming Marcella with a swift, practiced motion. The gun clattered to the floor, its threat neutralized.Darien, his heart pounding in his chest, watched the scene unfold, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over him. He had never imagined things could escalate to this point, yet here they were, standing on the brink of disaster.Marcella, now disarmed and defeated, could only stare in shock, her plans unraveling before her eyes. Bennett, nursing his bruised ego and jaw, stood helplessly on the floor beside his mother, his earlier bravado evaporated.Lavinia, moved to stand beside Darien, her stance protective.Marcella, her eyes flashing dangerously, pointed a finger at Darien. "You'll regret this. We will have our justice."Darien, breathing heavily from the altercation, fixed Marcella with a steely gaze. "Leave now, while you st
27Darien and Lavinia spent the entire night in a makeshift lab they had set up in Darien's living room, surrounded by herbs, plants, and ancient texts scattered across every available surface. The dim light from the oil lamp cast long shadows, adding to the intense atmosphere as they worked tirelessly to find an antidote to the poison.Darien, with his extensive knowledge of traditional medicine, crushed herbs with a mortar and pestle, his movements precise but increasingly desperate as each concoction failed to neutralize the poison. He wiped the sweat from his brow, refusing to look at Lavinia, fearing he'd see disappointment in her eyes.Lavinia, on the other hand, paced back and forth like a caged animal, her frustration growing with each passing moment. She watched Darien work, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "This isn't working," Lavinia finally burst out, her voice sharp with irritation. She stopped pacing and glared at the useles
28After their disheartening visit to the mayor's office, Lavinia and Darien found themselves back at square one, their warning unheeded, their fears dismissed. The car ride back was tense, filled with a thick silence that mirrored their frustration.Once home, Lavinia's frustration erupted, "How could he not see the danger? It's right there!" Her voice was loud in the quiet room, her fists hitting the table, making the scattered papers flutter.Darien, tried to soothe the atmosphere. "Lavinia, I know. But getting angry won't solve this. We need to focus on what we can control." His voice was calm, a contrast to the storm brewing in Lavinia's eyes.Lavinia took a deep breath, her fists unclenching as she forced herself to calm down. "You're right, sir French. It's just... frustrating." Her voice tight with frustration as she began setting up their equipment again. Her movements were brisk, her frustration evident in every motion.Darien nodded, understanding. "I know. But let's use th