Erased by time

Chapter 6 : The King's Secret

The king, his gaze lingering on Jenny, saw a ghost of his past in her eyes. The sharp cheekbones, the fiery spirit that flickered beneath her calm demeanour, and the way she held herself with an unwavering confidence, all mirrored the woman he had loved, lost, and mourned for centuries.

Jenevieve.

He couldn't deny the pull he felt toward Jenny, a magnetic force that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. It was a painful reminder of the love he had buried deep within his heart, a love that had been stolen from him by his own ambition and the cruel hand of fate.

"You bear a striking resemblance to her," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. The words hung heavy in the air, echoing the unspoken truth that resonated between them. Jenny's brow furrowed in confusion, "Who? Who are you talking about?"

"Jenevieve," he said, the name escaping his lips like a breath he had been holding for centuries. He watched as Jenny's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "Your ancestor, the first female knight of Raia."

The king felt a wave of bittersweet longing wash over him. He wanted to know more about her, about the woman who had captured his heart in his youth, a woman he had betrayed and cast aside for the sake of power. He needed to understand why her legacy had been erased from history, why the truth of her life and her deeds had been buried so deeply that even her own descendants knew nothing of her story.

He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark of electricity through him. The touch ignited a fire within him, a longing that had been dormant for so long. He yearned to know her, to understand her connection to the woman he had loved, the woman who haunted his dreams and plagued his waking hours.

"Tell me about her," he pleaded, his voice a low rumble that spoke of the pain he had carried for so long. "Tell me about

Jenevieve."

Jenny, caught between her ancestor's mysterious past and the undeniable attraction she felt for the king, found herself drawn into a web of intrigue and hidden truths. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the weight of the knowledge she now held. She was the descendant of Jenevieve, a woman whose story had been erased from history, and now, she was being confronted by the very man who had wronged her ancestor, the man who had stolen her love and her legacy.

"I don't know much," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I only have a few faded journal entries, a few glimpses into her life."

The king's eyes softened with empathy. "Tell me what you know."

Jenny began to describe what she had learned from her ancestor's journal: Jenevieve's dreams of becoming a knight, her struggles against societal expectations, her unwavering courage in the face of adversity.

She spoke of her ancestor's love for the king, a love that had been betrayed by his own ambition. She spoke of the king's treachery, his desire to erase Jenevieve from history to preserve his own power. She spoke of the pain and the sorrow that had consumed Jenevieve in her final days.

As Jenny spoke, the king listened with rapt attention, his heart twisting with guilt and regret. He had never fully understood the depth of his betrayal, the pain he had inflicted on Jenevieve, and now, he was confronted with the truth, not through a fading journal entry but through the eyes of her descendant.

The king's twin sister, Amelia, a woman as fiery and passionate as the king himself, watched the scene unfold from the shadows. She had always been a witness to her brother's love for Jenevieve, a love that had been a forbidden desire, a yearning that could never be fulfilled.

Amelia's heart ached for her brother, for the pain he had carried for so long, and for the woman he had lost. She had always harboured a deep affection for Jenevieve herself, a love that had been stifled by the weight of tradition and the constraints of royal duty.

Amelia knew that Jenevieve's story held a dangerous truth, a secret that threatened the stability of the kingdom. She could sense the king's growing fascination with Jenny, a fascination that could potentially expose the truth of Jenevieve's life and the king's betrayal. She feared that the truth would not only shatter the king's fragile peace but also unleash a wave of chaos that could consume the kingdom.

Amelia, a woman of fierce loyalty and unwavering ambition, had to act. She couldn't allow her brother's past to unravel, to endanger the future of the kingdom. She had to protect him, even if it meant keeping the truth of Jenevieve's legacy buried beneath the sands of time.

The king, torn between his love for Jenevieve and his desire to protect the kingdom, found himself drawn deeper into the mystery surrounding Jenny. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held the key to his past, the key to understanding the woman he had loved and the truth he had tried to bury. He knew he couldn't ignore his past, couldn't suppress the feelings that stirred within him. He had to confront the truth, to understand the consequences of his actions and the legacy he had left behind. He had to learn from the mistakes he had made, to find redemption for the pain he had caused.

But as he began to delve deeper into Jenevieve's story, he realized that he was not the only one with a secret. The queen, his wife, a woman of power and intrigue, had sensed his fascination with Jenny and the past he had tried to bury. She was a master manipulator, a woman who had built her power on a foundation of deceit and hidden agendas.

The queen, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, watched the king and Jenny, their connection growing stronger with each passing day. She could sense the truth behind their attraction, the echoes of a love that had been lost, a love that could potentially threaten her position and her hold on the kingdom.

The queen was determined to uncover the secrets of Jenny's ancestor, Jenevieve, and the truth of the king's past. She knew that the truth, if revealed, could bring chaos to the kingdom, and she would stop at nothing to prevent that from happening. She was prepared to use any means necessary to maintain her power, even if it meant manipulating the king and his secrets for her own gain.

As the king, Jenny, and Amelia became entangled in a tangled web of love, betrayal, and hidden truths, a dark and mysterious force began to plague the kingdom, threatening to unravel the fragile peace that had been established for so long. The queen sensed a connection to Jenevieve's past, a secret that could unleash chaos and darkness from within the kingdom's heart.

The fate of the kingdom, the truth of Jenevieve's legacy, and the love that bloomed between the king and Jenny were all interconnected, bound by a force that had been dormant for centuries, a force that was about to be unleashed, a force that could rewrite the destiny of Raia.