A unholy revelation 🔆
Seraphina's laughter, sharp and brittle, echoed in the confined space of the hut. Her eyes, filled with a triumphant malice, gleamed in the dim light. "You think you've won?" she hissed, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. She snapped her fingers, and from the shadows behind her, two hulking figures emerged, their grimy faces etched with cruelty, their knuckles cracking with anticipation. "You think if he finds out you're pregnant with another man's child, he'll still love you?"
Evangeline's defiant smile faltered, a flicker of raw fear crossing her face. The words, a venomous lie designed to break her, pierced through her composure. But then, a cold fury ignited within her. How dare she? How dare she twist such a sacred thing, such a profound lie? Her eyes began to bleed into a furious, throbbing purple, a silent scream of outrage.
Seraphina, relishing the visible crack in Evangeline's defiance, strutted towards the bound princess. "That's right, little monster. I'll make sure he knows. I'll make sure everyone knows. You're nothing but a used plaything, a pawn in a game you're too weak to understand."
Meanwhile, back in Arion's office, a grim determination had replaced the earlier rage. Ezra, his jaw still throbbing from Arion's punch, pointed to a flickering purple light on the ancient map. "She's here," he said, his voice taut with urgency. "The aura is strong. She's in distress."
Arion's golden eyes, now cold and sharp, scanned the map. "Seraphina," he snarled, her name a curse on his lips. "She's behind this." He slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the room. "We ride now."
The two princes, once bitter rivals, now moved with a unified purpose. They burst from the castle, their strides long and purposeful, grabbing the fastest horses from the royal stables. The thundering hooves of their steeds cut through the night, a desperate race against time.
Back in the hut, the two brutes, spurred on by Seraphina's cruel words, moved towards Evangeline. Their rough hands reached for her, tearing at the delicate fabric of her collar. But Seraphina, her eyes blazing with a sadistic glee, stopped them. "Not yet," she purred, her voice a chilling whisper. "I want her to truly understand what she's lost."
She slapped Evangeline again, the blow reverberating through the small hut. "You see this, little beast? This is what happens when you defy me. This is what happens when you think you can take what's mine. Arion will never look at you the same way again. He'll throw you aside, just like your family did. And then, you'll be mine. All mine."
Evangeline's purple eyes burned, not with fear, but with an unwavering defiance. She would not break. Not now, not ever. The threat, the vile lie Seraphina had uttered, had only hardened her resolve. She would fight, not just for herself, but for the life within her, a truth that now burned with a fierce, protective fire. A truth Seraphina, in her malicious glee, could never fathom.