[Imperial Forest —On the Road to the Temple—Lavinia’s POV]
The forest still slled of smoke and scorched earth, though the last assassin’s body had already been dragged away by the knights. The air should have been lighter now, relieved of danger. But instead, it pressed down heavier than ever.
Not because of the vipers in silk. Not because of the crown I would soon wear.
But because of Rey.
He stood there, his palm still faintly warm from where it had rested on my shoulder, his eyes flickering with sothing he hadn’t ant to show. Sothing raw. Sothing dangerous.
"Who are you, Rey?" My voice was sharper than I intended, the question clawing through my chest like a restless beast.
He froze, the usual careless curve of his mouth faltering, his composure cracking like porcelain.
Just then, Sera rushed forward with a first-aid kit in hand, her braid swinging behind her. "Princess, I brought the—" She stopped short, her eyes widening as they fell on my shoulder. "Wait... the wound. It’s... it’s gone?"
Her hands hovered over , searching, almost frantic. "But how?"
I turned my gaze from her to Rey, my stare unwavering. "Rey healed it," I said deliberately, each word sharp as glass. "With magic."
Sera’s head snapped toward him. "Magic? That’s impossible! How could you—?"
"Exactly." My voice cut across hers, low but demanding. "That’s what I want to know. How, Rey?"
His jaw tightened, a flicker of sothing unreadable passing through his eyes. Instead of answering , he glanced toward Papa.
Papa’s gaze was a blade of its own, calm but laced with calculation. After a long silence, his lips curved—not into a smile, but into sothing that silenced the air around us.
"We’ll discuss this later," he said smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argunt. "For now, we are already late. Move."
"But Papa—" I started, the protest spilling out before I could stop it.
"Lavinia." His voice dropped lower, firm, iron-willed. "We are late."
The weight of his tone pinned in place. My mouth pressed shut, though my eyes still burned holes into Rey’s. Finally, I turned and followed Papa back to the carriage, my chest coiling with unspoken questions.
Behind , Sera lingered, narrowing her eyes at Rey. "You healed her," she whispered sharply, as if trying to force the truth out of him. "How? What are you hiding?"
Rey exhaled, his usual flippant smirk sliding back into place like armor. He laid a hand on her shoulder and bent slightly closer. "You and the princess," he murmured with a sigh that almost sounded amused, "ask far too many questions."
"And you," Sera snapped back, her voice colder than usual, "never answer any of them."
For a mont, the two locked eyes—her suspicion against his mystery. Then, without another word, they both climbed into the carriage after us.
But I knew one thing. Rey’s secret wasn’t going to stay buried forever. And just like that, we rode towards the temple.
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[Temple of Oaths—Lavinia’s POV]
The carriage wheels crunched against the stone path as we finally drew to a halt. Ravick was the first to step down, his broad fra cutting a sharp figure as he opened the door with a formal bow.
I stepped out, my gaze imdiately drawn upward.
The temple lood before us, carved from pale stone that had weathered centuries yet refused to crumble. Its high spires reached toward the heavens, streaked with moss and ti, while intricate runes—so faded, so still glowing faintly—ran along the walls like veins of mory.
It was... beautiful.
And yet, beneath its quiet majesty, I could feel the weight it carried. This was no innocent sanctuary. These walls had seen blood spill upon their steps, vows sworn in desperation, and betrayals sealed with a kiss of steel. They had watched generations co and go, kings and emperors rise and fall.
And still, the temple endured—serene, unyielding.
The air around it was unnervingly calm, like the hush of a battlefield before the clash or the silence of a storm gathering at the horizon. For a mont, the chaos of assassins and of Rey’s unsettling magic all felt very far away.
A line of priests awaited us at the entrance, clad in flowing white robes embroidered with golden thread. High Priest Calvein then stepped forward, his back slightly bent with age but his presence still commanding.
He bowed low, his voice carrying a solemn echo that seed to reverberate against the stone walls.
"Your Majesty. Your Highness." His eyes, sharp despite his years, shifted from Papa to . "The temple welcos you. May its sanctity bear witness to your oath."
Papa gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable as ever. I followed his lead, dipping my head slightly, though I couldn’t help but glance around again—at the worn statues of forgotten saints, the weathered murals of battles long past, and the heavy doors carved with images of fire and crowns.
Peaceful as it seed, this place carried more ghosts than prayers.
And I was about to bind myself to it.
We walked down the open hallway, the air heavy with incense, torches flickering as though they were holding their breath. Each step echoed too loudly against the stone floor, until the sound of our procession felt like a drumbeat in my chest.
High Priest Calvein’s voice broke through the quiet. "All the nobles have arrived, Your Majesty. Shall we begin the Benediction ceremony imdiately?"
Papa’s reply ca sharp and certain. "Yes. No need to delay."
I followed them until we reached a door—massive, heavy, and unlike the others. My hand brushed against its surface. Cold. Ancient. It felt alive sohow.
"Oh... this door is different," I murmured.
High Priest Calvein paused, turning back toward . His wrinkled lips curved into a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "That, Your Highness... is the door to the Divine Library."
The Divine Library.
My breath caught.
"All other doors have been replaced and renewed over ti. But not this one," Calvein continued, his tone reverent, almost fearful. "This one was carved in the age of the gods. The Library is untouched, eternal—its shelves preserve what the world forgets."
I blinked, curiosity sparking. "So... this library holds Secrets?"
"Yes, secrets, answers," the High Priest said, his voice low, "and truths that most would rather never face. It keeps copies of every work ever written, even those thought lost. From the first emperor to your father... all their lives, all their words, are recorded here."
A smile tugged at my lips. "Really?"
"Indeed." His eyes glimred faintly. "Sotis emperors pen their own lives. Sotis those closest to them write it in secret. No matter what, no matter who... the Library holds it all. It does not change with years or wars. It endures, untouched by ti."
My heart quickened. A place that rembers everything... even when the world tries to forget.
Then Rey spoke. His voice was soft, but it cut through the air like a blade. "What about those... who lived twice?"
My breath snagged in my throat. "Huh?" I turned sharply toward him, brows knitting. "What do you an—’lived twice’?"
But before Rey could answer, High Priest Calvein stepped in quickly, his words too smooth, too practiced. "Just as I said. The Library remains unchanged. It records all. Even if a soul were to walk the earth twice... its book would still be here. Unmoved. Waiting."
A chuckle escaped from Sera. She shook her head, her hair swaying. "Living twice? That only happens in fairy tales. Or with those who cheat death by coincidence."
Her words were ant as a joke, but they sank into like ice.
Living twice? Fairy tales?
But hadn’t I... done exactly that?
From Reina Suzuki to...Lavinia Devereux, I transmigrated here. Then why... why did those words feel like they were reaching for ?
Almost without aning to, my gaze drifted back to the Library doors. Heavy. Silent. As though it were listening.
And then... I saw him.
Papa.
For the first ti, his composure faltered. Just for a heartbeat—but I saw it. The stiffness in his jaw. The flicker of unease in his eyes. And the way his gaze locked onto those ancient doors, unblinking, as if terrified they might open and spill out a truth he did not want revealed.
Why do I feel like... the truth I’ve been running from is already written behind that door?
Then Papa turned abruptly, his voice steady though his shoulders carried tension. "Co. We’re late."
We all nodded and followed him, steps echoing down the stone hall. But my eyes... my eyes refused to leave that door. Sothing in it was pulling , like a whisper that only I could hear, urging closer.
Marshi padded at my side, his golden eyes flickering back to the Library as though he too sensed sothing caged within.
And then Rey’s voice cut softly beside . "It’s ti, Princess."
I blinked, turning sharply. "Ti? For what?"
His lips curved into that faint, knowing smile that always seed to mock the world and its secrets. "For you to step into the Library, of course. Who knows..." His gaze flicked back to the ancient door, unreadable and heavy. "...you might discover sothing far more interesting than you expect."
My chest tightened. His words sank into like stones.
What did he an?
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