FORBIDDEN AFFECTION

Chapter 29: Treason

Amelia, found herself at a crossroads. Her love for Y/n, her beloved, was so strong that she was willing to go to great lengths to protect them. Despite her reputation as a villain, she couldn't bear the thought of Y/n being harmed or suffering any consequences.

Amelia knew that saving Y/n would require an act of treason, a betrayal of her allies and possibly her own principles. She had built a network of contacts and resources as a villainess, and she would have to manipulate and deceive those who trusted her. It was a risky proposition, one that could have severe consequences if she was caught.

But love knows no bounds, and Amelia's love for Y/n burned fiercely within her. She couldn't stand idly by while Y/n faced danger or an uncertain fate. The thought of Y/n suffering haunted her every waking moment, and she was determined to do whatever it took to ensure their safety.

Without any hesitation, Amelia made her decision. She would betray her allies and risk everything she had worked for to save Y/n. She understood the potential consequences of her actions, the damage it could do to her reputation and the trust others had placed in her. But the love she felt for Y/n was worth it all.

Amelia meticulously planned her treasonous act, taking into account every detail to minimize the chances of being discovered. She knew that her actions would have far-reaching consequences, and she braced herself for the aftermath. Her dedication to Y/n fueled her determination, and she hoped that her sacrifice would be enough to protect them.

As the moment of truth approached, Amelia steeled herself. She knew that she was about to embark on a dangerous path, one that would forever change the course of her life. But she was willing to risk it all for the person she loved.

Amelia whispered softly, dedicating her actions to her beloved. She glanced at Seth, her trusted assassin, and silently acknowledged his cue to fade into the shadows.

Emerging gradually from the dark recesses, Amelia revealed herself to the palace guards. A sinister smile played upon her lips.

"L...Lady Montclair?" stuttered one of the guards, trembling in fear as he confronted the figure before him. In an instant, Seth swiftly ended his life with a fatal twist of the neck. The second guard, poised to strike, met his demise as Amelia ruthlessly plunged her blade into his throat.

Amelia commanded Seth, her voice filled with determination, instructing him to eliminate anyone obstructing their path. Unconcerned about the identities of those in her way, she urged him to take their lives.

Upon entering the palace, a multitude of knights assembled, ready to engage in combat. Seth, adhering to his objective of eliminating all obstacles, ruthlessly slaughtered every knight that dared to impede his mistress. The anguished cries of the fallen soldiers elicited a twisted smile from Amelia.

Their agonizing screams failed to stir any empathy within her; instead, they brought her delight as she continued her purposeful stride towards her initial destination—the presence of the king.

"Oh, this is music to my ears"

Amelia chuckled, reveling in the echoes of agony that emanated from Seth's victims. The surroundings were drenched in blood, but Amelia remained indifferent to the gruesome scene. Suddenly, her advance halted as a fearful prince stood before her, brandishing his sword.

"Cease this, Amelia! I will grant your desires, just put an end to this bloodshed," Prince Sebastian pleaded, his voice trembling. Amelia gazed at him, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"My desires, you say? Well, then I desire the head of your sister and the return of my beloved," she replied with a chilling smile. Seth materialized by her side, having just dispatched a group of knights, his loyalty unwavering.

Amelia swiftly interrupted the prince's pleading, dismissing his offers without consideration.

"Not my sister, I'll give you anything. Money, position-" Amelia abruptly interjected, cutting off the prince's desperate ramblings.

"Seth, he's spouting nonsense. Cut off his arm," she commanded, her voice devoid of mercy. Seth, understanding her intentions, muttered his compliance before swiftly swinging his sharp sword, severing the prince's right arm. A cry of pain erupted from the prince as his arm was brutally removed.

The prince collapsed to the ground, overcome with despair, and Amelia crouched down to observe him with an amused expression.

"Seth, do you have any knowledge of where that person is hiding?" Amelia inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"Emerald Palace, mistress," Seth replied formally, providing the desired information. Amelia hummed thoughtfully as she rose to her feet, preparing to make her way to the Emerald Palace.

"Oh, and Seth... end him," she casually ordered. Seth complied without hesitation, and the piercing screams of the prince echoed in the air as Amelia walked away, a sinister smile adorning her face.

As they reached the entrance of the Emerald Palace, they paused momentarily, observing the multitude of knights guarding it.

"Mistress, I advise you to cover your nose," Seth whispered, and Amelia complied, following his instructions. Seth swiftly tossed a smoke-filled container containing a poisonous substance towards the knights, and the air became thick with the toxic fumes.

Amelia watched impassively as the knights began to suffer the effects of the poison, their bodies writhing in agony. Some pleaded for mercy, their pleas falling on deaf ears.

Teh both of them cautiously entered the Emerald Palace, only to find it eerily quiet. Confusion clouded Amelia's mind as she wondered about the whereabouts of her lover, Maxine.

"Where is she?" Amelia muttered to herself, her voice filled with frustration and concern. She scoured the palace, desperately searching for any sign of her beloved and Maxine, but her efforts proved fruitless.

Suddenly, the mocking laughter of the king reverberated through the halls. Amelia turned sharply to face him, her grip tightening on her sword.

"Where is she? Tell me!" Amelia demanded, her voice laced with fury. Seth materialized behind the king and swiftly plunged his blade into the monarch's leg, causing him to cry out in pain as he fell to the ground.

"I will protect my daughter at any cost, even if it means my own demise," the king muttered defiantly. Enraged by his words, Amelia unleashed her wrath upon him, thrusting her blade into his body, silencing his voice forever.

As the life drained from the king, Amelia's tears mingled with the blood staining her cheeks. Seth's voice broke the silence from behind her.

"You will not become a duchess after all, mistress," he remarked, his tone devoid of sympathy. Amelia turned to him, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and newfound determination.

"Then you shall embrace the title of the new Queen of Eldoria," Seth declared, his voice firm, accepting the mantle destiny had thrust upon his mistress.