❝𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂.❞
(i will fear no evil)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Five years had passed since the divine deal was made and a lot had changed, following the phase of time.
Elianna sta...
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Iftia: Royal Palace, On the Way to the Conference Room
• Rowan •
The walk down this grand hallway never felt so dreadful until this moment. Ilias explained everything to him on the way back to Lyx and Tristan had made a hurried trip to the Royal Medical Department to get Elianna. Everything happened in a rush and his mind was still preoccupied with the impending doom that may happen from Gadiel's fall.
A sudden warmth encased within his palm causing him to pause in his steps as he turned to glance towards his beautiful wife. She held worry in her expression, but spoke to him in the most reassuring tone, "You're not alone, Rowan. We're in this together."
"You're right, love." Somehow the air that passed through his lungs seemed to be a little less pressured when he closed in tighter on her hand, interlocking their fingers to firm his hold on her. He repeated her words, "We're in this together."
He continued towards the conference room. This time, he stood straighter with confidence, knowing that he was no longer alone in this cruel twist of fate and everyone who stood behind them became a source of strength to him.
He would fight till the end — for his family up above, for his family in this realm and for everyone who stood by him.
For all that's worth, he would not fear.
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• Elianna •
The guard outside the room announced their presence in a clear voice before the door was pushed open to reveal the tension within. There was no sound from within, not even a single breath was heard and it was as though breaking this pin-drop silence would immediately fracture the longstanding peace in Iftia.
Officials picked their faction, wearing colours to support the reign they would pledge fealty to. They crossed the room, marching past the wide tapestries that hung high on each end of the conference hall — crimson red for those who stood by the current regnant monarch and admiral blue for those who believed in a new reign over the Kingdom.
The Queen of Iftia stood near the entrance and Elianna eyed towards her as she walked in, noticing that Silvestra had her gaze on her all along. Her glare was menacing, condescending even. Yet, Elianna knew that she was simply trying to shake her confidence and instil doubt; the very two things that she would never disappoint Rowan with. Elianna remained unperturbed, holding a polite smile in response to the unnecessary intimidation as she continued to walk beside Rowan. They brushed past the Queen, walking towards their seats and settled down.
The mediator was the first to break the tense silence when he mentioned, "Two factions had been called upon to the conference hall today to discuss an official decision for the Regency Act. Please commence."
She sat straight in her seat, and Rowan also remained composed beside her. His gaze was sharp as he focused on the other end of the conference hall, seemingly trying to study his opponent — especially when no one could expect what the Queen of Iftia hid beneath the confident smirk. Silvestra's supporters also appeared too placid for such a situation. Elianna pinched her brows together, recalling the faint scent of oleander when they crossed path with one another a moment ago. Her crafty expression and the poisonous fragrance that remained in her wake. All of a sudden, Gadiel's fall didn't seem so coincidental anymore.
