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119. Asher As A Ticking Bomb
Asher stood in one of the quieter areas of the Blackmoor Mansion, looking out the window while sipping a cup of steaming green tea. After the boy had begged him to help his sister, he had drifted to sleep. Later, Morgana had reminded Asher that the doctor had mentioned the pain relief would make the boy dizzy. So Asher had left the room, while Morgana stayed back to speak with the boy more properly. She had also given instructions to the servants not to disturb him.Later, Morgana joined Asher in the study. A few minutes passed before a knock on the door interrupted Asher’s thoughts. He came back to calmness. Morgana didn’t wait to be invited. She knocked and entered. The moment Asher noticed her, he asked, “That boy, you know him, right?”Morgana paused, then replied, “Yes, I do. Philip is one of the victims in Asheville. A victim of injustice. The same injustice I tried to make you understand the other day.”It felt as if her words pierced through Asher’s chest. Knowing he could hav
118. Help Asheville
Now, everyone was watching as Asher helped the boy. The only thing going through their minds at that moment was like, who is this civilian trying to help this boy? I mean, even though you’re trying to be nice, are you too dumb to overlook the fact that he’s actually infected? But then, there was nobody bold enough to step up or challenge Asher.The boy shakily raised his hand and leaned onto Asher as Asher helped him up slowly. It was obvious the boy couldn’t stand straight, so Asher placed his hand around his neck. People were more shocked now that Asher was in close contact with the boy. They could only watch as this unfolded, even more disgusted and confused.The boy used his left hand to hold his stomach, with his right hand resting on Asher, slumped. But Asher held on to him.Morgana started to edge closer, wanting to help. When she got to them, Asher asked her to open the car door. Morgana immediately rushed and opened it, and Asher helped the boy inside. The driver was ready to
117. He Mends Broken Hearts
Before anyone could realize it, Asher was already standing there.Just as the soldier raised his hand to strike the boy again, Asher’s hand caught his mid-air.Morgana watched from afar as the scene unfolded. Unconsciously, she heaved a breath of relief, and a slow smile curled on her lips.Finally, Asher was getting involved.Still, she stepped out of the car—not because she feared Asher might be hurt, but because she had no intention of being far from the situation, not with Asher standing there. She walked toward the commotion.The scene shifted to Asher and the soldier. The soldier’s eyes widened as he looked at the man who had stopped him. He didn’t recognize Asher, and at first glance, the look on his face showed pure irritation.Normally, anyone who knew Asher—especially if he stopped them like that—would’ve gone quiet with fear. But this man was filled with anger. His disgusted expression didn’t waver. He probably assumed Asher had run from one of the city’s divisions. He didn
116. His Patience Snapped
It had been two days since Morgana’s confrontation with Asher.She hadn’t spoken much since then—not out of bitterness, but distance. A quiet understanding passed between them, though left unsaid: Asher had refused, and that refusal had cost more than he realized. Only Morgana seemed to understand the weight of that decision.But life in Drakemont never slowed for emotion.At Eleanor’s urging, Asher agreed to visit the royal spring bath tucked at the outskirts of the city, nestled in the shadow of a mountain where water spilled endlessly from the cliffs. The secluded retreat wasn’t open to the public—only royals, high-ranking officials, and those with inherited privilege. Still, Eleanor had made the arrangements. She insisted that after everything, Asher needed time to decompress. To breathe. To just… be.He had reluctantly agreed.Now, they were en route.The car hummed quietly along the cobbled road. Morgana sat in the passenger seat, silent, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. Asher
115. Without Asher, We Are Dead
Asher’s voice broke the silence with a cold, almost sarcastic edge.“There is no new thing under the sun, Morgana,” he said, without even looking at her.He turned away, hands folding behind his back again as he returned his gaze to the window. The light caught his profile, but there was no warmth in it. Only distance.Morgana’s heart sank.The moment she had feared—the moment where he chose indifference—had arrived. It was clear now: Asher wasn’t ready to hear her out.“But General,” she started, voice strained, “at least listen to me. You have no idea what this is—”Asher raised a hand.He didn’t turn around. He didn’t say a word. But the gesture was enough. Her sentence died in her throat. Her lips pressed together, her breath caught mid-plea. She stood frozen, debating whether to speak again or stay silent.Then slowly, he turned back to her.His arms remained folded, his gaze steady and unreadable.“I know what you’re going to say, Morgana,” he said quietly. “The same thing every
114. A Rotten Drakmont
The morning sun filtered into Asher Blackmoor’s chamber through tall, arched windows. The light fell across stone floors and weathered tapestries, each one bearing the marks of Drakemont's history—battles, beasts, and bloodlines woven into the very fabric of the estate. Heavy furniture carved from ancient darkwood lined the room, polished with care but never stripped of their old-world sharpness. The space was rich, commanding, and steeped in power. A master’s quarters in every sense.Asher stood near the window in his nightrobe, hands folded behind him, posture regal even in stillness. The robe hung loosely, but nothing about him was at ease. His gaze was fixed on the Blackmoor fields that stretched across the horizon—rolling land owned and defended by his family for generations. Acres of strength, legacy, and sacrifice.But his mind wasn’t on the land.His thoughts drifted to the palace. To whispers. To a Queen’s dangerous touch.A knock at the door pulled him back.“Come in,” he sa
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