The Oath and the true queen

- The dawn

. She clung to my legs, her pleas relentless, her tears flowing like rivule

voice trembled with regret, as if the weight of her actions pressed heavily upon her conscience.Eri

ing," she suggested cautiously.But I remained resolute in

an hardly believe," I retorted, my voice tinged with exasperation.Annalise, however, refuse

h, my lady."My patience dwindled, and I d

never occurred. I wish yo

my legs, her cries echoi

re our true queen."Despite my skepticism, I reluctantly extended a trembling hand towards a gemstone she presented—a

the gemsto

e stone. I blinked in disbelief as the luminous light grew

, our skepticism momentarily shattered.

and it obediently returned to its original color, as if it were

ming. How could I, a married woman of Ruqgu, be the true queen of Nayak? The laws of my homeland di

cted to marry a king who knows nothing of me?" I protested, my voice tinged

nd a way to leave yo

en to reveal this ten years later?" I demanded, my frustration boiling o

concluded, slipping the Teardrop of Natalí into my pocket.The journey back to the Gattar Manor was one of silent

n future.I sighed heavily as the Gattar Manor loomed before me, its imposing presence a stark reminder of the cage that had entrapped me

ip, and now, as we faced this bewildering twist of fate, her presence provided a semblance of comfort.The ornate doors of the manor swung open,

tion. The gemstone, its inexplicable transformation, and the insistence of a desti

at me. They had ruled Ruqgu with grace and strength, their legacy a testament to the Rusé fa

her gaze filled with concern. "My

eavy heart. I knew better than to be too emotional. If Patrick doesn't get tired and too angry and divorce or chase me away shamefully. I can ne

of Nayak, there must be a way to untangle this web of fate." Beads of sweats m

We always do."As I cradled the Teardrop of Natalí, its radiant teal hue a symbol of the

tely Eria opened the door of my chamber, I knew somethi