Chapter 20
Author: Moana
last update2026-09-05 14:53:40
Teresa didn't know why she was still standing there.

Her feet should have carried her away by now — away from this corridor that smelled of damp air and rusted iron, away from the swaying lantern light and the shadows it cast on the stone walls. The sound of the guard's footsteps she'd heard earlier had faded, whether turning down another passage or heading back to their post. No one could see her here.

This was her chance to leave without consequence.

But her hand was already on the cold iron b
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    The God Mervous followed the guard without a word.The corridor they walked through was familiar — he'd memorized it without meaning to over the past few days, every turn and every shift in scent and every different pattern of light in each section. But this time the corridor felt different. Longer. Somehow narrower, even though its dimensions had to be the same.Or maybe it was just his mind making everything feel heavier than it should.The guard stopped in front of the main hall's door — a large door he'd passed through once before, on the first day he arrived at this palace with his hands forced behind his back and a prisoner's robe thrown at his feet. This time no one dragged him. This time he stood here on his own account, or at least on account of Libradon summoning him.The door opened.And the first thing he saw inside the hall was Teresa.The woman stood in the middle of the room — back straight, chin raised, in the manner of someone who wouldn't let her posture say more tha

  • Chapter 23

    Libradon hadn't been awake long.Teresa knew that from the way her servants had startled when she asked for an immediate audience — from the way they exchanged glances with expressions that said this is unusual, this has never happened before without needing to say a single word. Teresa had never asked for an audience this early. Never come with steps this quick, with eyes this hard, at an hour when the sun hadn't even fully decided to rise.But they let her in.Of course they let her in.---Libradon was in his private chamber — not the great hall he usually used for formal audiences, but a smaller room where he ate breakfast and signed documents and did the things that needed no witnesses other than his closest servants.He was sitting with a cup of something steaming in his hand when Teresa entered — and one eyebrow rose slowly at the sight of his guest."Teresa." His tone hovered between surprise and amusement — a mix that was distinctly Libradon, one that never let anyone truly k

  • Chapter 22

    "So will you free Edrick?"The question came out quietly — not demanding, not pleading. Just a question set carefully into the air, like someone who knew the answer could tip heavily either way and chose not to push it toward one.Teresa didn't answer right away.She still stood in the same spot, her eyes no longer on God Mervous but not fixed on anything specific either — at some point between the two of them, where there was nothing that needed to be seen, and precisely because of that, it was easier to think."It will be difficult," she said finally. Her voice was quiet, measured. "Asking something from Libradon always has a price." A brief pause. "And after I asked him to give you back — using what's left of his trust in me for something like that..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.God Mervous watched her profile from the side."But it's not impossible," Teresa continued — not as comfort, but as a fact stated in the same tone she used for every other fact. Fla

  • Chapter 21

    Teresa spoke in a flat, measured tone — her usual way of speaking, one that never gave more than necessary. But tonight her words were more than usual. About the corridor that smelled damp. About the cramped cell. About the thin man who tried to rise when the door opened and failed. About the wounds that were clear and deep even in such poor light.God Mervous listened without interrupting.Sitting on the edge of his bed with both hands on his knees, his eyes fixed on some nonspecific point on the floor, he absorbed every word Teresa said in a way that felt like someone weighing the burden of something he wasn't yet fully prepared to carry.Teresa told him how Edrick had asked about Kayrus, with eyes that still held hope even though his body barely had the strength to hold anything at all. How he closed his eyes upon hearing that Kayrus was fine, how a long breath came out of his cracked lips like something that had been held too long.How the man had said, I'm always fine in the end,

  • Chapter 20

    Teresa didn't know why she was still standing there.Her feet should have carried her away by now — away from this corridor that smelled of damp air and rusted iron, away from the swaying lantern light and the shadows it cast on the stone walls. The sound of the guard's footsteps she'd heard earlier had faded, whether turning down another passage or heading back to their post. No one could see her here.This was her chance to leave without consequence.But her hand was already on the cold iron bars, and her eyes couldn't tear away from the body lying in the cell — from the slow, uneven rise and fall of that chest, from the wounds that were clear and deep even in this poor light.Teresa took a long breath.Then her hand moved to the cell key hanging on the wall — the guard who'd brought her here apparently hadn't been careful enough to take it with them. Or maybe they hadn't expected anyone to come down here at this hour.The key was heavy and rusted, creaking as she fit it into the loc

  • Chapter 19

    The candle had long since gone out.But the darkness filling the room didn't put either of them to sleep — it only made them more aware of each other's presence on the two sides of the same room, at a distance not so far but that felt like a chasm with no bridge across it.Teresa was still sitting on the edge of her bed.Her mind wouldn't settle. Not because of the argument earlier — or not only because of that. Something kept nagging at the corner of her awareness, something that had been there long before tonight but tonight felt increasingly urgent to answer.That man.Kayrus — or whoever he actually was.Teresa had seen many slaves in her life in this palace. She'd seen men broken by a system that gave them no choices, whose eyes went hollow long before their bodies gave out. She'd also seen the stubborn ones, the rebellious ones, the ones who tried to survive by whatever means they could find.But none of them were like the man now sitting on the other side of her room.The way h

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