Chapter 56
(Lily’s POV)
“You’ll be leaving the palace today.”
The King’s voice was cold, and final. It felt like the floor should give way and swallow me.
My lips parted, but no words came. His eyes didn’t soften, not even a flicker of warmth.
I turned to the Queen but she wasn’t looking at me.
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She sat perfectly still, fingers knotted tightly in her lap, as if holding back. Her gaze was fixed on the marble beneath her feet.
“You must learn how to control your beast before returning to the palace again,” the King said again, firmer this time.
I blinked fast. “I— I-”
Before I could speak again, the doors creaked, and the sound of soft footsteps echoed into the throne room.
I smelt her, before I saw her.
Aunt Lamia.
I ran blindly towards her, “Aunt!” My voice cracked as I threw my arms around her, burying myself into her chest.
She held me like she always had… tight, and safe. Her hands rubbed my back gently, “I’m here, my Lily. I’ve got you.”
I could feel her sadness too. She had possibly returned early because of me.
The Queen finally spoke, and her voice trembled “I had a dream from the moon goddess…”
A hush fell. Even the wind seemed to quiet.
Queen Eden was a woman touched by the moon goddess and always received visions from the deity. I’d always known as a kid never to joke with her dreams because they come to pass if preventive measures aren’t taken.
I gulped hard.
She turned to look at me “You were fighting Zion… You weren’t yourself, your eyes were empty as it was at Zelda’s party. Your power was uncontrollable. The kingdom was in ruins and people were running. You almost killed him.”
My chest tightened.
It was what she saw. She was… scared.
The air grew heavy and I clung tighter to Aunt Lamia.
No one said anything for a while, until the doors slammed open.
Three palace warriors marched in. One of them held my luggage that they’d already pack.
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A knot twisted in my stomach.
I wasn’t even allowed to return to my room.
“A car is waiting,” the King said stiffly. “You’ll leave with her now.”
I felt like a criminal being quietly exiled.
Aunt Lamia gently turned me toward the exit, and the King and Queen quietly stood up from their throne seats and followed us to the grand foyer.
The Queen’s eyes were glassy as Aunt Lamia and I approached the car, but that was when I heard running footsteps behind
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“Lily!”
Zelda’s voice broke as she came stumbling down the steps of the corridor. Her dress trailed behind her, soaked in tears.
“Please don’t go,” she cried. “Please, just talk to them! Tell them it wasn’t you!”
She tried to reach me, but a guard blocked her.
My throat burned. Zelda was crying so hard now that the Queen broke into tears.
King Eros‘ jaw clenched, and he held his wife warmly to comfort her before planting a kiss on her forehead.
I glanced back at the royal courts one last time… it was a place that almost felt like home. The family I almost had and lost again.
Aunt Lamia gently tugged my arm, and I turned away.
As we entered the car, Zion quickly broke through the guards and just slid into the seat beside the driver’s seat.
He wasn’t going to let me go alone.
The door clicked shut behind me, and the car rumbled to life.”
The palace gates creaked open…
Zelda was still screaming.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the glass window, tears blurring my view as the palace grew smaller and smaller behind us.
The ride was silent except for my sobs. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t even try.
The weight of everything hit me again; the guard I killed, the elders, my shift at Zelda’s party… and now, the Queen’s dream.
It hurt so much.
The house stood quiet and dusty, as if it had been waiting for our return.
Aunt Lamia opened the door, sighing as the scent of old air drifted out.
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Zion helped me out gently. I clutched the bag to my chest like it was the last thing holding me together.
“I’ll prepare something for both of you,” Aunt Lamia said softly, stepping into the kitchen. “Please, help her to her room.”
Zion gave a small nod and we walked down the hallway to my room. When we entered, I looked around. My bed was unmade, books stacked awkwardly on the shelf, the old rug still stained with ink.
It felt so small now.
I stood frozen.
Zion turned to face me, probably waiting for me to say something.
Instead, I crumbled.
“I hate my life!” I screamed, hot tears streaming down my cheeks as I fell to my knees.
I was in so much pain.
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