Chapter 10
The moment Alaric saw my disfigured eyes, he stumbled back, startled.
He stared at me, stunned. Then tears began streaming silently down his face.
At that moment, he truly regretted everything.
But it was already too late.
His gaze grew dim, his hope fading by the second.
He struggled to his feet and, just before turning to leave, asked me, “Did you know Lyanna’s true identity all along?”
I shook my head. “I only found out that day.”
I wasn’t lying.
I had guessed that Lyanna had faked her death in our previous life. I had suspected her child wasn’t Alaric’s. But I hadn’t
known she had approached him for revenge–for the death of her husband.
Hearing this, Alaric gave a bitter smile.
A quiet “I’m sorry” drifted toward me on the wind.
I said nothing in return.
Because I would never forgive him.
Alaric had clung to the last hope that I could save him, but now that it had been crushed, he returned to the palace and
soon fell into a coma.
That very night, Alaric coughed up the last of his blood. In anguish and remorse, he finally closed his eyes forever.
When I heard the news, I felt a strange emptiness–yet, as if a shadow over my soul had finally lifted.
After Alaric’s death, Alexander naturally became the heir to the throne.
Even with the growing responsibilities, he still made time every day to be with me. He served as my eyes, guiding me
through the palace gardens and courts.
I had already grown used to my dark world.
But Alexander refused to give up.
Later, he found a traveling healer from the Western Regions. I didn’t have much hope, but I didn’t want to disappoint him,
so I forced myself to go through with the treatments.
Six months later, when I opened my eyes again, I saw Alexander holding my hand tightly.
A faint Ribbon of Living Gold gently glowed, winding around both our ring fingers.
A year after our marriage, Alexander was completely freed from the curse, and I became pregnant.
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It was spring, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Even an old peach tree in the palace, long thought dead, had sprouted fresh buds, its branches heavy with fragrant, pink flowers.
Nestled in Alexander’s arms, I pointed excitedly toward the treetop.
“Alexander, the flowers have bloomed.“
