ROYAL BLOOD 👑

Chapter 24: Echoes of the Past

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Elara's heart pounded in her chest as Lysander's words echoed in her mind. It couldn't be true, could it? She had always believed that the locket was a precious memento from her mother, a token of love and remembrance. But now, faced with Lysander's assertion that it belonged to his mother, doubts began to gnaw at her.

"It's impossible," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to make sense of the revelation. "Maybe mine is just a fake one. After all, there was a woman who tried to sell me an imitation before."

But Lysander shook his head, a pained expression crossing his features. "I know the genuine one when I see it," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. "And yours... it belonged to the previous queen."

Elara's mind reeled at the revelation, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. She had never imagined that her locket could hold such significance, that it was linked to the royal family in any way.

"I don't understand," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why would my mother have the previous queen's locket?"

Lysander let out a heavy sigh, his gaze clouded with uncertainty. "I wish I knew the truth," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "But you understand what I mean, don't you? My mother always cherished this necklace. It had been passed down through generations of our family."

Elara's mind raced as she tried to process Lysander's words, each revelation sending shockwaves through her thoughts. She watched him closely, his expression etched with frustration and concern.

Lysander rubbed his temples, a pained expression crossing his features. "My mother always wore this necklace," he explained, his voice heavy with emotion. "But when we found her last, it was nowhere to be found. We searched everywhere, but no one knew what had happened to it. Until now."

His words hung in the air between them, the weight of their shared uncertainty pressing down on them like a heavy burden.

Elara stood frozen, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the revelations that had unfolded before her. The weight of Lysander's words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of doubt over everything she thought she knew.

Lysander's expression was a mixture of conflicting emotions, his eyes clouded with uncertainty and heartbreak. The realization that Elara's locket might be linked to his mother's death shook him to his core, threatening to unravel the fragile trust that had formed between them.

"Elara," he began, his voice trembling with emotion as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't know what to believe anymore."

Elara's heart clenched at the pain in his voice, her own emotions mirroring his turmoil. "Lysander, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I swear to you, I had no idea about any of this."

But Lysander's doubts lingered, casting a shadow of suspicion over their relationship. The possibility of betrayal hung between them like a heavy fog, obscuring the truth and threatening to tear them apart.

As they stood locked in a silent battle of wills, Elara felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She had never imagined that her past could come back to haunt her in such a devastating way, and now, faced with Lysander's doubts, she feared that she had lost the one person she loved most in the world.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Lysander's gaze, searching for a glimmer of the love and trust they had shared. But all she found was a sea of uncertainty, a barrier that seemed impossible to breach.