Ed walked through the long hallways of the royal palace.
He had just finished breakfast with the royal family, where they had discussed their journey in detail.
Yet, sothing felt off. The king and queen had listened intently, but there had been no surprise in their eyes—no mont of realization, no deep curiosity. It was as if they already knew everything.
Of course they did. Ed thought, suppressing a bitter smile.
They wouldn't have left us all alone. Not without watching.
But now, Queen Aeloria had called for him personally. Alone to her room.
His mind whirled with curiosity - what could she possibly want with him?
A sly grin spread across his face as he thought to himself, "This is like a dream co true."
He reached a large door, Taking a slow breath, he knocked.
Knock. Knock.
"Co in," ca the queen's voice—calm, composed.
Ed stepped inside. The room was bathed in soft light, filtering through tall windows draped with silver-embroidered curtains.
Queen Aeloria stood near a desk, her hands resting lightly on its surface.
"Hello, Ed." She paused, her eyes studying him carefully. "Or rather… Caspian Arcwright."
A silence fell between them.
Ed's breath hitched for a split second before his mind forced him into motion.
He didn't react outwardly—no dramatic change of expression, no panicked movent. Just a slight narrowing of his eyes.
So they found out.
His thoughts raced.
Why wouldn't they? It was foolish to think he could have hidden forever.
But the question now was—how would he respond? Would denying it be smarter? Feigning ignorance?
He t her gaze, keeping his expression neutral. "I'm not sure what you an, Your Majesty."
Aeloria sighed, shaking her head slightly, as if she had expected that response.
"You don't have to pretend, ed. I am not here to confront you, nor am I here to force anything out of you. You have lived among us for years. You have protected my child. Whatever past you carry, I do not see you as an enemy."
Ed remained silent, watching her carefully.
There was no accusation in her voice, no hostility.
Only quiet understanding. He let out a slow breath.
"Then… why bring this up now?" he asked carefully.
Aeloria leaned against the desk. "Because I want to understand. Not as a queen demanding answers, but as soone who has co to care for you. You've always carried yourself as if you were running from sothing… I never pressed, but I knew. And now, I finally know why." She studied him, then added softly,
"But I want to hear it from you. If you are willing."
Ed looked away for a mont, weighing his options. He had no obligation to explain himself. But at the sa ti, this wasn't an interrogation.
This was a woman who had treated him with more kindness than his own blood ever had.
After a long pause, he finally spoke. "I lost my mories when I first arrived here. That's why I didn't tell you anything. And when I did rember… a few months ago… I realized I didn't want to go back there."
Aeloria nodded, "Why?"
Ed exhaled sharply. "Because that place disgusts . They beat . Tortured . Every day was another lesson in suffering, and for what? I don't know what you've heard about the Arcwrights, but whatever image they present to the world—it's a lie. I am proof of that."
Aeloria's eyes darkened, but she did not interrupt.
"I won't return," Ed said firmly, his voice quieter now but carrying the weight of sothing long decided. "I won't step foot in that place again."
For a while, Aeloria said nothing.
Then, she let out a slow breath, and to his surprise, a look of hesitation flickered across her face.
"There's sothing you should know," she said carefully. "Your sister, Eirlys… she contacts often. Almost daily."
Ed felt sothing cold settle in his stomach.
"She always asks about you."
Ed clenched his jaw. He wasn't sure what unsettled him.
"I told her you were here," the queen admitted. "She… she might be arriving tomorrow."
Ed's body tensed. His heart pounded in his ears.
Tomorrow.
Eirlys.
The sister he once adored. The sister who had ignored his suffering. The sister who had, in his eyes, let him rot.
'I know things are different now, but I'm struggling to shake off the hatred I've harbored towards them for so long. It's as if my resentnt outweighs their capacity for love. And honestly, why should I care? I'm not even her real brother. I've made it clear: I don't want to go back to that life. This is my life now, and I don't want any of them to be a part of it.'
And now, she was coming for him.
Aeloria studied him carefully. "I understand if this is difficult for you."
Ed forced out a dry laugh. "Difficult? That's an understatent." He turned away, gripping the back of a nearby chair. "And what exactly does she want? To bring back?"
"I don't know," Aeloria admitted.
Ed stayed silent for a long ti. Then, slowly, he straightened, his mind already forming a plan.
Tomorrow, the Arcwrights would co for him.
'What should he do,'
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[POV: Fianna Redmond]
'Why does he have to hold her so closely?'
Fianna stared at the screen, her grip tightening around the device in her hands.
The video played for what felt like the thousandth ti—Caspian dancing with the elven princess, his movents fluid.
The warmth in his eyes, the way his hand rested at the princess's waist, the ease with which they moved together—it gnawed at her.
This bitch.
Her jaw clenched as she replayed the clip again.
The logical part of her told her that it was just a dance, a diplomatic event, nothing more.
But the ache in her chest said otherwise.
She had mourned him. For years.
The day the news of Caspian Arcwright's death reached her, her world shattered.
She rembered the suffocating silence that followed.
How the words didn't seem real at first. How she waited—prayed—for soone to tell her it was all a mistake.
But no one did.
She had never been the type to cry in front of others, yet that day, sothing inside her broke.
She refused to eat. Refused to speak. Locked herself away in her room, unable to face the world that had so cruelly taken him from her.
Caspian had been her first real friend, the one person who had looked at her not as the daughter of the Redmond family, not as a noble or a future warrior, but as Fianna.
And the world took him away.
Why him?
Why not his brothers?
Why not soone else?
Why did it have to be him?
Her grief slowly hardened into sothing else.
Rage.
She had always known the Arcwright family was cruel, but after his death, after what she learned—the way they treated him, the way they discarded him—she realized sothing.
Caspian didn't just die. They killed him.
And for that, they would pay.
She trained like a woman possessed, pushing herself beyond her limits.
She shattered expectations, climbed the ranks, and honed her skills until she was no longer just Fianna Redmond, the daughter of a noble house—she beca sothing else.
But after five years, when she had finally learned to live with the ache, when she had buried the dreams she once had—she saw him.
Alive.
Breathing.
Dancing.
Her heart lurched violently in her chest as the realization settled in.
Caspian was alive.
The cold, desolate world she had grown used to suddenly flooded with color again.
Her vision blurred, and for the first ti in years, her lips trembled—not in anger, not in pain, but in sothing she had long since forgotten.
Hope.
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