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

Chapter 2

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕄𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕃𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕚

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What have I been up to during the years since my birth? For me, what was everything? Did I perform admirably? Could someone kindly tell me, in all honesty, if this is the life I wanted to lead?

They were the thoughts that had been racing through my head when a shine suddenly blinded my eyes, and before I knew it, my feet had started to move independently, following the light.

"Isabella, take my hand; I promise not to hurt you."

"I swear, you'll be the only woman I would give myself over to—a woman deserving of my love and devotion."

"Would you follow me and turn into an ally if you were unsure of what you wanted?"

The sweetest man I have ever laid eyes on and clasped hands with covered my thoughts from the chaotic events unfolding before my very eyes.

When I first saw the second prince of the imperial family in the year 1000 AD in the Delavoix empire, I claimed his hands because I felt an unnatural pounding in my chest. This was a sign that I should follow him because, at that precise moment, he was already my objective.

He would teach me a lot every time he came inside our home to play with me, and my parents would always be proud of the things he would create and do.

He gifted me a white chocolate during the winter of my eleventh birthday. I got chills from his response when I asked him once what it meant to offer someone a gift like white chocolate.

His voice sounded like the sweet taste of the white chocolate he offered me. "White chocolates symbolize innocence and sincerity, two kinds of emotions that the chocolate couldn't be white like snow without each other."

His hand slides over to stroke my ears and tuck in a few hairs on the sides of my head. Despite the chill of winter, I felt a warm sensation that tickled my skin, and at that same moment, I was overcome with a strong desire to marry this young man.

He helped me understand that I could depend on him when I was weak. He never failed to notice anything about my health; anytime I fell ill, he would come to see me and bring tea and herbal remedies from the royal family.

He would claim that the empress would give him one whenever he spoke my name, so it quickly became my favorite. I would be laughing at all the stories he would tell me, all of which were the ones he had experienced that day, while he was standing there making excuses.

When we turned fifteen, he would only come to visit my house once a week, but I would be patient since I knew that he would be going through his classes and would be just like me. Maybe it became a hobby to expect him every day until we developed into young adults.

A few weeks after my birthday, he asked to be my fiancé, and I happily accepted him by holding his hand. In my opinion, there was no other way I could accept someone as wonderful as him—a kind, giving, and amiable young man who, for the longest time in my life, made my heart flutter.

I fell deeply in love with him the more he laughed with me, smiled at me, and told me about his dreams.

One afternoon, he abruptly vanished, while we were riding through the market, and I began to worry that he might have been attacked by commoners who knew we were disguised.

It was wrong of me to accept his proposition in the first place. However, once it was finished, I discovered him assisting a young, noblewoman who was wandering in a small lane. Based only on what I've witnessed, it appears that he protected her from the criminals the woman had encountered.