The moment Asher spoke those words, Eleanor’s heart dropped.“No… no, Asher, you can’t,” she stammered with her voice trembling as she rushed toward him. She reached for his hand and gripped it desperately. “You can’t go there, no matter what. Promise me you won’t.”Her eyes were glassy now. The panic in them were raw and unfiltered. It wasn’t just fear, it was terror. The type which only someone who had lived through hell could understand.But Asher didn’t flinch. He stared down at her, “Why?” he asked angrily, with his brow furrowed. “Why not, Mother?”He pulled his hand free, though gently, and took a step back.“They asked for you, didn’t they? They sent that miserable man here to threaten you. They said they would destroy the lilies you planted at your mother’s grave."His tone dropped, sharp and cold. “And you want me to stand aside while they threaten you? While they act like they own your pain? After everything?”Eleanor’s lips trembled as words caught in her throat.This wasn

The next day came quickly, and before Elenore could gather her nerves, she found herself sitting in the back of a black car with the shining emblem of the Supreme General of Drackmott gleaming on its front, and Morgana was behind the wheel.When they arrived at the most luxurious clothing store in Drackmott, Maison D’Rosell, the attendants outside immediately straightened up. Morgana stepped out first, then she circled the car, and opened the door for Elenore.“Ma’am,” she said with a polite bow of her head.Elenore stepped down and adjusted her scarf nervously. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, especially not arriving in a car marked by authority and power.As they headed toward the store’s glass doors, Mogana’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, and the name made her frown.“Ma’am, please head inside,” she said, “I’ll join you in a moment. I need to take this call.” Elenore gave a small nod and walked ahead.The moment she stepped through the doors, she

As the gun pressed longer on her, the sales rep’s whole body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore. Her legs were weak, her throat were dry, and her mind was spinning faster than she could keep up with as the truth was starting to settle heavily in her chest that this wasn’t a prank nor a scare tactic.Her heart thumped wildly against her chest and her thoughts spiraled. “Wait… is this really happening? Am I about to die over… over this random woman?”She looked at Eleanor properly now, and to be honest, she still looked plain and there was nothing special about her. She still looked like one random person. So it dawned on her that no matter how ordinary Eleanor looked, for someone like Morgana to come in, cause a scene, and pull out a real gun all because of her… it could only mean one thing. Eleanor wasn’t just anybody. She was someone important. With this, she was confused and scared as her thoughts spiraled. Should I just kneel down and beg? But beg who? That nobody? but then, her hea

As Morgana kept her gun pointed at Justin’s head, the tense silence in the boutique was shattered by the heavy doors flying open. And one by one, about twenty palace soldiers stormed inside with their boots echoing loudly against the marble floor.Their uniforms were unmistakable. They wore black uniforms with dark red trim, and gold badges shaped like a serpent wrapped around a flame pinned to their chests. Their boots gleamed and their swords hung at their hips, and each one had a dagger strapped to their knees.But among them, one man stood out. He was taller, broader, and more intimidating than the rest. His uniform was slightly different. Instead of the red trim, his was edged with a darker shade of maroon, and a wolf-shaped medallion hung around his neck as the mark of a high-ranking commander. This was Solomon. The head of the palace security. But now, he is just a man that has been assigned by the queen to her brother in order to protect him. The soldiers quickly spread out a

As Asher kept moving closer, Justin’s heart was pounding so loud that he swore he could hear it. But his pride, that stubborn, useless ego wouldn’t let him back down completely.“D-Don’t you fucking dare come any closer!” he shouted, but his voice cracked at the end, giving him away. “Do you even know who I am?! I’ll deal with you! I’ll—”But Asher didn’t stop. Not for a second and each step he took was its own answer. I’m coming for you. And nothing, no name, no title, no connection is going to stop it.Then, Justin saw the calm, deadly look in Asher’s face. It was like a wolf closing in on a rabbit trying to act tough when it was already cornered. And it hit him like a punch to the gut. He was the rabbit.With this realization, his confidence and the arrogance he held onto crumbled and his words turned desperate. “Y-You can’t touch me! I’m the ruler’s wife’s brother, you hear me?!”But nobody was buying it. Not anymore.Meanwhile, the sales rep who had shoved Eleanor earlier was now