The Luna's Book of Vengeance | Vengeance Series #1

Chapter 1

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕃𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕚

***

He was there. Within the enormous palace, when the sky lifted its veil, silvery rays enveloped his entire form, revealing an unparalleled gleam.

Shrouded in mystery, his aura glowed like that of a god. His silver hair was a perfect match for the new moon's rays. He had the whitest skin anyone could ever see; it felt as smooth and soft as cotton, or as if my cold, callous hands would melt the snow off of him.

I could see his wide shoulders trembling with each gentle, yet melodious, giggle from his flawless scarlet lips. Everything was visible to me, and I could see how much they meant to me.

He remarked, "You did a splendid job, Isabella," in a voice I could hear for all time. Something gave way inside my chest. I could always pull my cloak over my head to reduce the intensity of his light and yet be able to appreciate his beauty from a distance.

"You completed your work, now it's time to take care of your family as I promised," he said, his voice growing softer by the minute. He looked up at me.

His sluggish motions just served to highlight how magnificent everything about him was, including his gait, speech, and laughter. I wouldn't mind walking down the road with stained hands if it meant that he could keep that golden wreath for himself—after all, he is the only reason I exist.

"Well, is there anything you would like to have?" He bent forward. I couldn't resist opening my eyes wider. My lips, which I had noticed were dry from the reflection in the window, started to curl up. I never gave a damn about the discomfort when it came to this young man, even if it aches because the dried skin inside of them strains.

His palm reached the edges of my hair, which felt dry from the ripped-up experimentation I had received from Sir Hubbard, and I gasped. My smile never went away, though.

"Charles," I said, trying to sound as quiet as possible but in actuality, I heard myself speak harshly, like someone who was out of breath.

"Huh?" He asked me to see how red his eyes were, and when I did, I realized how ugly I was."Please put an end to Sir Hubbard's electronic experiments. Charles, please?" I begged.

I tore one of his buttons and seized his imperial clothes, but all I got in exchange was a sigh.

I sensed his hands encircling me and heard him murmur encouraging words. I always gripped his warmth when it got cold, so that night it felt like hundreds of needles had been removed from my chest.

***

"Do you really think his highness would stop me? You're wrong," stated Sir Hubbard.

He was an old man with no hair, large eyes that resembled rotten potatoes, a sour nose, and lips that would have dried out all the water in his body. I had the same emotion that he did when I stared into his eyes.

"N-No! Charles assured me! He promised to prohibit you from testing me in experiments! What right do you have to touch the empress of the future——" The large elderly man laughed in front of me so loudly that it seemed to be mocking me before I could finish what I was saying.

"You see, you're no longer a woman, and it doesn't even appear that you understood that giving your family to His Highness Prince Charles would result in their demise."

"Don't you dare ruin my family's and Charles' reputation!"

"Oh, so you were unaware of it, and in addition, quit referring to His Highness by name; you are merely his puppet and not a member of the imperial family, don't you even realize that?"