The Regent's Secret

The Regent's Secret

Alexa

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The world was a blur of pain, and Kael, my fierce protector, was there to sweep me into his arms, just like always. He was my anchor, the man whose life was bound to mine by a rare, ancient Soul-Link-a sacrifice I'd made without a second thought to save him from poison years ago. I trusted him with my life, literally. Then I saw her. First in a terrifying nightmare, then in Kael's study, a cloaked figure handing him a mysterious ornate box. Her cold, regal eyes haunted my waking thoughts, but Kael swore I was dreaming, soothing my fears with familiar warmth and a tangible clue about my missing sister, Seraphina. He couldn't be lying, not when our very souls were linked. My trust shattered when I saw Lyra again, stepping out of a gilded carriage, announcing her engagement to Kael. They'd been engaged for years, uniting two powerful families. I was nothing but a temporary amusement, a pet he'd picked up. His betrayal sent a searing pain through my chest, amplified by the Soul-Link-a physical manifestation of my broken heart. How could he cause me such profound emotional agony, yet share my physical pain so deeply? The contradiction tore me apart. He looked at me with genuine worry, yet continued to lie, continuing this elaborate deception. Why? What was this bond to him? Just a burden? I found my answer, not in his words, but in the truth. The man with Lyra was his twin brother, a calculated deception to manage his political life. I wasn't just a secret; I was a fully separate life he was living. My heart shattered. I learned then that the "medicine" he gave me daily wasn't a cure for the Soul-Link's pain, but a slow poison, ensuring my dependence, my control. He blamed me for the link, twisting my sacrifice into a curse. So I ended it, plunging a letter opener into my own heart, severing the Soul-Link, and sending him an agonizing final message of shared oblivion.

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The world was a blur of pain, and Kael, my fierce protector, was there to sweep me into his arms, just like always.

He was my anchor, the man whose life was bound to mine by a rare, ancient Soul-Link-a sacrifice I'd made without a second thought to save him from poison years ago.

I trusted him with my life, literally.

Then I saw her.

First in a terrifying nightmare, then in Kael's study, a cloaked figure handing him a mysterious ornate box.

Her cold, regal eyes haunted my waking thoughts, but Kael swore I was dreaming, soothing my fears with familiar warmth and a tangible clue about my missing sister, Seraphina.

He couldn't be lying, not when our very souls were linked.

My trust shattered when I saw Lyra again, stepping out of a gilded carriage, announcing her engagement to Kael.

They'd been engaged for years, uniting two powerful families.

I was nothing but a temporary amusement, a pet he'd picked up.

His betrayal sent a searing pain through my chest, amplified by the Soul-Link-a physical manifestation of my broken heart.

How could he cause me such profound emotional agony, yet share my physical pain so deeply?

The contradiction tore me apart.

He looked at me with genuine worry, yet continued to lie, continuing this elaborate deception.

Why?

What was this bond to him?

Just a burden?

I found my answer, not in his words, but in the truth.

The man with Lyra was his twin brother, a calculated deception to manage his political life.

I wasn't just a secret; I was a fully separate life he was living.

My heart shattered.

I learned then that the "medicine" he gave me daily wasn't a cure for the Soul-Link's pain, but a slow poison, ensuring my dependence, my control.

He blamed me for the link, twisting my sacrifice into a curse.

So I ended it, plunging a letter opener into my own heart, severing the Soul-Link, and sending him an agonizing final message of shared oblivion.

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