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She tilted her head slightly and smiled, “The heavens reveal
what they will, when they will. I cannot control their timing.”
I wanted to grab her robe and shook an answer out of her if I
had to, “That’s convenient, isn’t it! You’ve been here this whole
time, watching everything unravel, and you haven’t said a
damn word! No warning, no advice. NOTHING! What good are
your visions if they don’t come when we need them?!”
She wore that same calm mask, not bothered by my nasty tone
at all.
“The heavens do not test us by providing answers,” she said
gently. “They test us by challenging us to grow.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Grow? What’s that supposed to
mean?”
“It means that your trials are not about the problems you face,
but about how you face them. You have spent too long
suppressing your emotions, your power. You must learn to
embrace your full potential.”
What the hell was she talking about. What power? What
potential?
Her words struck a nerve, but I refused to let it show.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I snapped. “You’re not the one with
everything on the line.””
The seer stepped closer, her gaze piercing. “You are stronger
than you know, Queen Violet.”
Before I could respond, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my
chest. I gasped, doubling over, clutching my chest.
I thought someone stabbed me from the behind. But when I
looked down. There’s no physical wound. And there’s no blood.
Only the pain was real.
The seer’s expression darkened abruptly.
“It’s King Asher,” she said simply. “He is hurt.”
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The first rays of dawn broke over the horizon as the soldiers
returned. Their figures appeared slowly, weary and bloodied
but victorious. My heart raced as I scanned the crowd,
searching for one face–the only one that mattered.
But no. I didn’t see him.
Asher wasn’t with them.
What the seer told me last night rang in my ears again.I almost
passed out in agony again. No, it can’t be true. Not Asher. He
promised me!
Philip shifted back to his human form and walked up to me. He
avoided my gaze, and that alone was enough to make my heart
plummet. I rushed toward him, grabbing his arm.
“Where’s him?” I cried, half–choking. My voice was sharp,
demanding, but I didn’t care. I needed answers.
He hesitated, his lips parting to speak, but no words came. His
silence was deafening.
“Philip!” I snapped, shaking him. “Tell me.GOD JUST TELL ME!
WHERE THE FUCK IS HIM?!”
He lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper:
“Violet… he’s gone.”
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Gone.
The word hit me like a blow to the chest. My mind refused to
process it.
“No,” I said firmly, staggering back and shaking my head. “No,
you’re fucking wrong. He’s not gone.”
Our Gamma Brian stepped forward, his expression grim.
“Queen Violet, we all saw it. King Asher-”
“Stop!” I yelled in tears, cutting him off. “You’re wrong. I would
feel it if he were gone. But I could still sense his pain, his
struggling, his wish to come back to me! He’s alive.“”
They exchanged uneasy glances, and Brian sighed.
“We brought Isaac back,” he said carefully, as though trying to
soften the blow. “The battle is won. That’s the good thing. King
Asher would be happy to know that our efforts didn’t go to
waste.”
“No,” I repeated, my voice trembling with anger now. “He
wouldn’t be happy! Because you left him. You fucking
abandoned him out there!”
“We didn’t. We’d brought him back if he’s alive. But he was-”
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“Don’t you dare say that word again!” I shouted. “How could
you? He’s your King! I want you to go out there and take him.
back. Do not return until you find him!”
The other warriors remained silent, their heads hung down. I
could see it in their eyes–they were tired, broken from the
battle, and unwilling to return to the field. Even Philip and
Brian, who were Asher’s right and left hand, looked reluctant.
“Violet,” Philip began, his tone cautious. “The men are
exhausted. They fought hard. They deserve a little rest. I can’t
order them to go out again. We also need to question Isaac and-”
“I don’t care about Isaac!” I spat, my voice shaking. “You can
question him all you want but I won’t be a part of that! I just
want my husband. And if none of you are willing to go back,
then I’ll go alone.”
“Queen Violet,” Brian said, his tone almost pleading. “Be
reasonable. You don’t even know where-”
“I know,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “I can feel him. He’s out
there, and he’s waiting for me. And I’m going to bring him
back.”
