Life Beyond the Doors

Chapter 62 : Horrid

Ethan rushed toward Sylvia and grabbed her shoulders, demanding an explanation for her concerning statements. He held her shoulders firmly yet his voice full of urgency and worry.

Ethan then asked. "Princess Sylvia, what is it? What did you mean by that? Are you saying that you believe someone took her? Do you have any information about what might have happened to her? You mentioned something earlier."

"Ethan," Sylvia replied, her voice weak.

"What troubles you, Sylvia?" Ethan asked, taking a seat beside her on the plush couch.

Sylvia fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, avoiding eye contact. "I  have a confession to make, Ethan. It's something that I should have told you a long time ago."

Ethan leaned forward attentively, sensing the seriousness of the situation.

"I know that after I tell you this, you might never forgive me," Sylvia continued hesitantly, "but I have to tell you. Your mother.....

...was killed by Prince Aiden."

Ethan looked stricken, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. "What are you saying, Sylvia? Are you accusing Prince Aiden, my own blood ?"

Five years ago-

Princess Sylvia went to look for her brother Mathias to play with him. But soon she heard a loud noise coming from the concubine.

"Whats that noise?" She couldn't understand. "Should i go check it out?"

Princess Sylvia's heart began to race as she made her way towards the source of the commotion. She walked with a sense of urgency, the sound of her footsteps echoing around her. As she neared the concubine room, the noise became louder and more chaotic.

Finally, she arrived at the entrance to the concubine, and what she saw made her freeze in her tracks. The area was in complete disarray, with broken vases and shattered pots littering the ground. The concubines body was found dead.

Sylvia's eyes scanned the room, searching for her step brother. And there, in the corner, she spotted him - standing tall and unharmed amidst the chaos. Little Ethan trembling with fear.

Sylvia entered the room and froze in terror. Aiden was standing there, his clothes stained with blood, and a large knife gripped tightly in his hands.

Sylvia's heart raced as she took in the scene before her. Aiden's unsettling smile only added to the horror of the moment. She couldn't understand how someone could look so gleeful with blood on their hands.

"What...what happened?" Sylvia stammered, her voice barely audible.

Aiden didn't answer at first. He just kept smiling that unnerving smile, as if he was enjoying some sick game. Sylvia's mind raced with possibilities of what could have caused this scene. Had Aiden hurt someone? Had he gone completely insane?

"It's nothing," Aiden replied, attempting to downplay the severity of the situation. "Just a little accident, that's all."

But Sylvia knew better. She could sense that something wasn't right. Her sharp eyes picked up on the smallest details - a ripped curtain, a chipped vase - indications of a struggle.