The king, Amelia, and Jenny stood in the shadow of the grand library, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The king, his eyes searching hers, seemed caught between worlds, his past and his present colliding. He was drawn to Jenny, a reflection of Jenevieve in her fiery spirit and gentle touch. Yet, a deep sorrow shadowed his eyes, a reminder of the love he had lost and the secrets he had kept.
Amelia, a flame of defiance, stood beside her brother, her gaze fixed on Jenny. Jealousy simmered within her, a forgotten love rekindled. She had adored Jenevieve, her feelings a forbidden flame, and now, she saw that same fire in Jenny's eyes. The king's attention, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a betrayal.
A tension hung in the air, a web of desires and hidden truths. Jenny felt herself drawn to the king, his strength a magnetic force, his sadness a melody that resonated deep within her soul. Yet, she also saw a reflection of Jenevieve in him, a shared pain that bound them together. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, battling the weight of Jenevieve's legacy, the whispers of the past whispering warnings in her ear.
"You are so like her," the king whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "The fire in your eyes, the way you carry yourself, it's all her."
Jenny felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew he was right. She had felt a connection to Jenevieve, a kinship that had drawn her to Raia, but she had never considered how deeply it would impact her present.
Amelia, unable to contain her emotions any longer, stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "She is nothing like her," she declared, her voice laced with bitterness. "Jenevieve was a true knight, not a...a...," she faltered, searching for words to express her contempt.
The king, his gaze turning to his sister, stepped between them, trying to ease the escalating tension. "Amelia, please," he pleaded, his voice weary. "It is not fair to judge Jenny before you know her."
"Know her?" Amelia scoffed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I have seen enough. You are both consumed by the ghost of the past."
Jenny felt a surge of defiance, a familiar fire igniting within her. She would not be silenced. She would not be defined by the shadow of Jenevieve.
"I am not Jenevieve," she declared, her voice clear and strong. "I am Jenny, and I have my own heart to follow."
Her words hung in the air, a challenge to the king and Amelia. She looked at the king, her gaze holding his, his gaze intense, his desire evident in his eyes. But she also saw something else, a vulnerability that resonated with her own.
Amelia, seeing the unspoken connection between Jenny and the king, felt a pang of despair. She had fought her own feelings for Jenevieve, but now, those feelings were back, threatening to consume her. She realized that she had been wrong to judge Jenny. She saw the strength and the courage in her, qualities that mirrored Jenevieve's own.
The truth, like a delicate thread, was unravelling before them, revealing a love triangle tangled with the secrets of the past.
Jenny, Amelia, and the king were bound together by their shared connection to Jenevieve, a love that transcended time and challenged the boundaries of their hearts.
The whispers of the past were growing louder, their secrets threatening to unravel the kingdom. But amidst the chaos, a new kind of love was blossoming, a love that promised to heal the wounds of the past and rewrite the destiny of Raia. The journey had just begun, and the truth was waiting to be revealed.
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Erased by time
Fantasya modern day women realises that one of her ancestors held such a big secret that it could reshape the history books as we know it
