Chapter 347: A leisurely ga
The next morning, Magnus carefully penned a ssage for Rienna, sealing it with his personal insignia before handing it to Tobias, his most trusted attendant.
Tobias, ever diligent and respectful, took the ssage with a slight bow, awaiting further instructions. Magnus stood up from his ornate chair, his expression calm yet carrying the weight of the decisions he had to make.
"Inform Alora that I won’t be here until the afternoon," Magnus instructed, his voice firm but asured, as he straightened his attire, preparing for the day ahead.
Tobias, always eager to serve, couldn’t help but ask, his tone filled with humility, "Where is His Highness heading to?"
Magnus paused for a mont, his gaze distant as if contemplating his next move. "I’m going to see Damien," he finally responded, the na hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "He hasn’t been executed yet. The day of execution has been set for tomorrow," Magnus added.
"I understand, Your Highness," Tobias said and bowed to him.
Magnus strode purposefully out of the chamber. He reached the carriage and entered in. Once inside, he leaned back against the plush seat, letting out a quiet breath.
Before he could settle into his thoughts, the carriage door swung open. Magnus looked up to see Izaak, his eldest brother, standing there with a determined expression.
"I’m coming with you," Izaak declared, his tone leaving no room for argunt. Magnus barely had ti to open his mouth to protest before Izaak climbed in, making himself comfortable beside him. To Magnus’s surprise, his second brother Alaric quickly followed, slipping inside with a grin.
The door clicked shut behind them, and the carriage jolted into motion. Magnus glanced between his two brothers, suspicion and annoyance flickering in his eyes.
"I’m not heading out for a leisurely ga," he remarked dryly, his gaze narrowing on the two. "And how exactly did you know where I was going?"
"It wasn’t hard to figure out," Izaak replied with a nonchalant shrug. His confidence was characteristic, as was his knack for knowing what Magnus was up to.
Magnus shook his head slightly, not entirely pleased with their unexpected company. "Shouldn’t you be busy with wedding preparations?" he asked, directing his question more pointedly at Izaak.
Izaak’s expression softened, a hint of weariness in his voice as he replied, "I am. But given the recent troubles, we’ve postponed it for another week. There’s too much going on right now to celebrate properly."
Magnus nodded, understanding the reasoning even if he wasn’t thrilled with the intrusion. He was about to say sothing more when Alaric, always the energetic one, leaned forward with a gleam in his eye. "I have so good news to share," he announced, clearly eager to change the mood.
Both Magnus and Izaak turned their attention to Alaric, their curiosity piqued. It wasn’t often that Alaric carried news with such enthusiasm.
"Our sister has agreed to marry Lewis," Alaric revealed, his voice brimming with excitent. "Last night, she told our parents. She’s finally learned to trust."
Magnus’s stern expression softened as he absorbed the news. This was indeed unexpected but welcod. Izaak, too, seed pleased, his earlier tension giving way to a warm smile.
"That’s wonderful news," Magnus replied, his voice warm with genuine happiness for their sister. "She’s made a good choice. Hopefully, she won’t ruin her life by suspecting all the ti."
Izaak, sharp as ever, caught the slight tension in Magnus’s tone. He narrowed his eyes and studied his younger brother. "Why do you sound as if you and Lillian argued again?"
"She’s younger than us, Magnus," Alaric added, trying to smooth things over. "Her words are sharp, but you should ignore them. She doesn’t always an what she says."
Magnus kept silent about the real reason for their argunt—Lillian’s unfounded suspicions about lody and her harsh accusation that he was greedy for the throne. He knew that sharing this would only create unnecessary conflict between Izaak and Lillian, and the last thing he wanted was to stir up more trouble within the family.
Izaak wasn’t so easily deterred. "Did she say sothing to you?" he pressed, his voice firm, demanding an answer.
Magnus went silent, his hand drifting to his forehead as he rubbed his temple. The weight of Lillian’s words still lingered in his mind, but he chose to keep them to himself.
He let the silence speak for him, hoping that Izaak and Alaric would drop the subject. After a mont, he simply sighed and leaned back in his seat, signaling that he wasn’t in the mood to discuss it further.
"Magnus is ever so mysterious. I wish Alora could read his mind," Alaric remarked with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension that had settled in the carriage.
Magnus remained silent, his thoughts still wrapped around the previous conversation, but Alaric’s comnt had successfully diverted Izaak’s attention.
"What kind of ability does she have, I wonder? Have you tried finding out?" Izaak asked, his curiosity piqued as their discussion naturally shifted to Alora, the enigmatic figure who often lingered in their thoughts.
Magnus shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I haven’t, and I’m not interested in knowing what abilities she possesses," he replied calmly. "As long as they remain hidden, it’s better that way. Alora has already suffered enough because of her eyes. So many enemies got attracted to her just because her eyes have a magic that everyone wants to possess."
Izaak nodded thoughtfully, his mind churning over the possibilities. "Hmm. But she’s stronger than any of us, isn’t she? Her eyes... I can’t help but wonder if they’ve grown even more powerful. Maybe she’s gained control over them, learned to harness whatever power they hold."
Magnus’s expression grew more serious as he considered Izaak’s words. Alora’s strength had always been a topic of quiet speculation among them, but none of them truly knew the extent of her abilities—or the cost that ca with them.
"When will you transform lody?" Magnus suddenly asked, shifting the focus back to Izaak. His gaze was steady as he tilted his head slightly, his tone asured but curious. "She won’t wake up the way Alora did. Are you prepared to wait for a year? Are you ready for what that might an?"
Izaak’s face tightened slightly at the question, his thoughts imdiately turning to lody. The process of transformation was a delicate and dangerous one, sothing that couldn’t be rushed or taken lightly. Unlike Alora, who had woken up with newfound strength and abilities, lody’s journey would be different—potentially more fraught with challenges and uncertainty.
"I’m ready to wait," Izaak responded after a mont of contemplation, his voice firm with determination. "lody’s transformation needs to happen in its own ti. I’ll wait, no matter how long it take," He vividly rembered his vision about lody. She ca to him with a rose in her hand and eyes red. And he was eager to see that vision co true.
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