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Asteria The seven Relics

Chapter 5 When the bells fell silent

Word Count: 1032    |    Released on: 15/07/2026

r echoes drifted through the Grand Hall like

beneath the gaze of Astra, we witness not merely the union

of eyes rested on Ariana and Lucien. T

one another. Her sapphire-blue eyes reflected the candlelight, and there was warmth in them - not the prac

e. "I believe we should int

softly. "I think we're a li

ngers who choose to trust each other t

riana's nervousness - a knot she hadn't fu

ld lik

g, the marriage no longer felt

murmurs of approval sprea

uit eac

doms chos

eace truly

ar. King Alaric reached for her hand

n crying al

a mot

crying sinc

through the

from beside them

ing," Helena murmured, an

-

ony, his voice carrying the weight

u swear to protect Princess Ariana Elara Val

without hesitati

a Elara Vale. Do yo

ession was calm, honest, steady i

miled

, so sharp it stole the rest of the wo

t the edges. The Moon Pendant resting against her chest went icy cold, colder than it had

gainst it. *Strange. It

iest's voice sounded far awa

he change immedi

ther smile, steadier th

- the traditional pause between vows, where bride and groom shared a sip of wine before the union was sealed i

sleeve, closed around a small crystal vial - already empty, its work finished the night before, when the ceremonial wine had fir

no turning

-

wardly composed, the goblet held level and steady in gloved h

s. His brow furrowed. Something is wrong about the attendant's gai

armored escorts three deep, and by the time he'd pushed h

aze and stepped back into the

y troubled by the paleness he'd seen in her a moment before. She lifted the cup.

. Then

he goblet to the

from the attendant's hands and struck the marble floor with a sha

her chest, sudden and total, stealing the ai

tilted v

stained the white fabr

oo

as drained of c

he could strike the floor, Lucien caught her, one arm sweepin

ghout the hall. Que

IAN

ing, oblivious, as if the kingdom itself hadn't yet realized it

round her blurred into color and candlelight. The voices became

ance she thought she

t move is

ward her from ever

she had known for less than a day and somehow already trusted - desp

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Asteria The seven Relics
Asteria The seven Relics
“A kingdom united by marriage. A princess silenced by betrayal. A destiny that refuses to die. For twenty-two years, Princess Ariana of Elaria has lived for one purpose: her marriage to Crown Prince Lucien of Vareth. Their union is meant to end generations of bloodshed between rival kingdoms and bind four realms in fragile peace. But on her wedding day, Ariana never speaks her vows. Poisoned at the altar, she dies before the eyes of two kingdoms. That should have been the end. Instead, Ariana wakes in the body of Lady Selene Ashcroft - the infamous "villainess" of Vareth's court. Feared, disgraced, and hated by Lucien himself, Selene is everything Ariana was taught to despise. Now Ariana is trapped behind the eyes of the woman history calls a monster. To survive, she must play Selene's part while hiding the truth: the princess lives. But the court is a maze of masks. Old allies flinch at her name. The man she was meant to marry would sooner see her hanged than heard. And someone powerful wants to ensure Ariana stays dead. As she pieces together Selene's secrets, Ariana uncovers threads of a deeper conspiracy - one tied to an ancient prophecy, relics buried by time, and a shadow order that has been rewriting history from the darkness. The poisoning was only the beginning. Who wanted the princess dead... and why? With enemies closing in and the four kingdoms teetering on war, Ariana must decide who to trust when every smile hides a dagger. Was Selene truly the villainess the stories claim, or another victim of the same plot? And can Ariana reclaim her name without destroying the peace she was raised to protect? Loyalty shatters. Truth bleeds. And beneath it all, a destiny stirs - one not written in royal decrees, but in blood and moonlight. Because some destinies are written in blood. Others are written beneath the moon.”