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25. 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋

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Myrah Pov:

Ri-ma led me near the walls of the monumental palace. We took a spiny turn to the right side of the chateau which was frightfully gaudy with thorns and creepers. Sneakily, Ri-ma proceeded through the huge bush and struck the wall twice, a bamboo ladder was hurled to our side.

"Climb this, you will reach the palace kitchen. Since it is past midnight, no maids will be there except for two or three soldiers. Rest is in your hands," Ri-ma said.

The chilling wind grazed my hair as I gripped the ladder and climbed up under the crescent moon which was dimmed. Under the faintest ray, I saw Ri-ma retreating as I jumped down with a light thud and moved carefully.

Marking my steps charily, I bent my body and strode, hidden by the small walls that hosted the platform above. Around the junction, there were patrollers.

As one of them moved away, I rushed to the adjacent edifice, the staff quarters.

I climbed the compound of the building and walked over it under the pitch darkness. I could barely track my walk on the thin wall in silence while the soldiers walked on the floor.

The winds sang in high notes as I jumped down. Looking over to my sides, I then ran to the guest quarters.

I have been in the castle for almost a year, and I knew its nook and corners. I walked near a tree and ascended it with utmost effort. Holding onto the upper extension, I made my way over the sturdy branch to the patio of the guest's spectrum.

As the clouds exposed the shining moon, I leaped right onto the balcony.

Shifting into the curtains, I entered the room only to hear a quick breath as I found Ji-Wook, whetting a knife on an iron surface by rubbing it together.

"Didn't expect you to see so soon. Welcome," he expressed as he acknowledged my presence. He knew I would come today. Fuck.

I darted at his sharp hooded eyes, his flared nostrils regulated persistent breathing, and his brown long hair was tied into a low ponytail. He crookedly grinned at me.

I drew the long sword from the sword holder. I too am well prepared for this.

I pointed it to his neck as he balked, propelling my sword to the side as I held it tightly, thrusting opposite. Drawing near, I booted his leg as his hold loosened, and pushed his blade down.

I have been practicing rigidly for this day.

He pushed his knife front and slivered through the air as I moved back, swerving his blade. Thwarted, he bombed on me mindlessly. Unorganized and unplanned his moves were. Tch. I prepared for nothing.

Overconfidence got the best of him.

Thankfully, I drove my sword. It cut through strategically as I moved at a quick pace whilst our swords slashed. I then pulled it back and slid it through his handle and disarmed him, making him fall on his ass.

"Sloppy. Didn't your mom teach you any better?" I asked him whilst beaming proudly.

I realized my missteps and anticipated great skills from him, supposing that Min Seong was more potent than me. I comprehended that forbearance and composure are mandated to move your sword rhythmically.

During my four years in the village, I utilized it to master my aptitudes in the art of swordsmanship. Practice is prominent, but emotions address a great role in this talent.

Duels are similar to dancing if one finds the right rhythm.

He laughed nonchalantly and replied, "She isn't my mom to start."

What?

"Don't kid me with these tricks. Get up Ji-Wook. Combat me," I called as I lifted my sword at him.

"Look who is kidding. Min Seong Isn't my mom," he reiterated.

I sighed and scratched my forehead. Time was running out and he has planned to stall me, I inferred.

"Whatever. You are deemed to die," I spoke and was about to lacerate his neck when he uttered.

"She is your mom."

"What nonsense. That evil little rat can never be my mom. She killed my parents," I sparked back.

"Your foster parents," he insisted.

"Tell me Wook, you want me to let you go since you are my brother? Is that what you conspired?" I asked him to which he laughed.

"Me? Your brother? In your dreams, Myrah. I am not Min Seong's son. Don't you trust me?" he asked.

The seething fury erupted like a volcano. Unable to tolerate any more shit, I sliced his neck off.

My sword slipped through my hands as I felt relieved yet conflicted. My revenge was this superficial? Almost useless?

I looked around, and the fresh blood spattered across the wall. Bitterness gushed through my veins. I shouldn't have let him die in one stroke. Frustrated, I kicked the air.

What was that about Min Seong? Could he be true? Is she my mom?

That's fucking ridiculous and preposterous.

It can never happen. My parents died when I was young. I have crossed thousands of thorny paths and have reached here for what?

Not even a momentary satisfaction.

Was it that Min Seong is still alive? I turned back to the door and raised my sword. My hands reached for the knob but the door opened.

I shook my surprise away as a betrayed Jimin stood along with Namjoon and other comrades.

"Throw her into dungeons." His words slit the air in his sharp tone.

I repulsed and moved back in an attempt to flee, but Namjoon quickly caught my wrist while I was preoccupied with Jimin departing without a second glance.

He didn't blink a tear. He was a blazing fire, burning his anger under the cold night, I watched his back leaving.

I lost yet again. What is the purpose of my life?

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Kat:

Another disappointment Myrah has given us. Can she ever change?

Been one dull of a chapter eh? it is supposed to be! The end is drawing near.

Expect the Unexpected ;)

🖤 stay tuned.