The Love That Defied Fate: Gomen And Rehitt's Forbidden Tale

the firelight rather than reflect it. Long iron torches burned along the edges, their flames spitting as though angry to be tr

in authority, each sworn not to loyalty, but to survival. The Council of Thorns had a

silver, but his eyes carried the weight of iron, steady and unyielding. Beside him, the Orac

ersation until Karthan raised a

ur spies bring whispers of unrest. Villages speak of signs,fallin

ds, though none dared repeat them aloud. The cursed child

rebellion. If the people believe the cursed child still lives, then faith will rise aga

ing against the wood. "We've been hunting ghosts for two decades. Every shadow is declared dangerous, every misfit brand

n does not summon falling stars. Supersti

nsion. "And yet... there is one name that returns a

r seemed t

hit

Several council members shifted uncomfortably,

ss of breath. "I thought she was dealt with. Erased

has teeth. And now, the people begin to speak of her again. They whisper that she

st stories. Farmers cling to myths when crops fail.

s rebellion alight. Do you wish to wait until th

r, voices clashing lik

y Veyra snapped. "Even if she lives, she can

her eyes gleaming. "Those forgotten often rise with sharper claw

nted to admit it, but they all felt th

able carried weight. "We have tried to silence prophecy with swords. We have tried to outlast it with patience. B

one wanted to consider that

esh, it no longer matters. Rehitt exists in the minds of the people. Th

e leave to hunt her. I will scour the forests, burn every village

it. A brilliant strategy. Why stop at the forests? Why not

trike back. Karthan raised a hand befo

s more stories than it destroys. We need

s the answer is not an army, but a knife. A single cut i

ngered, tempti

His cloak was damp with rain, his eyes wide as though the storm

seen last night. It landed beyond the Blackwood, near the old exile cabins. Villagers speak o

amber

lintered into chaos. Some shouted for war,

g them with a thunderous crack. His voice was s

wn into proof. The cursed chil

ed like poison

sharpened. "Then

irelight. "Say the word, Chancellor, and

than stone. His mind was not on Seryn's sword, nor Ma

ed, "then killing her may only fulfill it fast

uncil

unshakable High Chance

"Then perhaps the greater danger is not her life... but our choice. If we

, spitting sparks

skies, shaking the chamber as tho

orm, one thought burned in

e was no lon

as a

s coming