When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Chapter 93~The Tale Of The Past II~

*WARNING: The following content HEAVILY contains sexual content that is unsuitable for children.*

Dacia couldn't sleep.

Not after what had happened.

She sat alone on the bed where hours ago she had tried....failed....to consummate her marriage with the Crown Prince. The room was heavy with silence, but her heart was loud with worry. What had become of him after he left? Was he still under the influence of the drug? Was he safe?

Her fingers clenched the bedsheet as anxiety twisted in her stomach. She knew what this failure meant. The Queen would be disappointed. Her family, especially her father, would see this as a disgrace-a missed opportunity to solidify the Dukedom's influence through the royal bloodline. A prince's heir was more than a child. It was power. Protection. Prestige.

And now... she had failed and wasted it away.

With a surge of panic, Dacia stood. She couldn't just sit and wait for her fate to be sealed. She had to find him. She had to explain, beg if she must.

She threw on her robe, tied it tight, and slipped quietly out of her chamber. To her surprise, no guards were stationed at her door. Strange. Had they been dismissed on purpose? Or were they simply not taking her presence seriously anymore?

Dacia crept through the quiet halls, careful to avoid the flicker of lanterns and footsteps of late-night patrols. She moved quickly, her mind a blur of worry and fear.

She went first to the Crown Prince's chamber. Empty.

Then his private study. Dark and silent.

She even searched the training yard, remembering how often she had spied on him there from afar.

But he was nowhere.

Frustration and fear gnawed at her as she wandered deeper into the palace grounds, until her steps carried her to the royal gardens. The moonlight bathed the hedges and marble paths in silver, giving the space an otherworldly stillness.

She walked further in, to the place she remembered all too well.

It was here she had once seen the Crown Prince speaking with the Holy Priest, Lucas.

A bitter heat flared in her chest at the memory. That day, overwhelmed by jealousy and humiliation, she had approached with reckless intent-wanting to shove the priest into the lake, to disgrace him.

But the moment had turned on her. Nickolai had seen everything.

And without hesitation, he had ordered her to be thrown into the lake.

The chill of that night still haunted her.

How much hatred the crown prince look at her. Seeing such look, make her realise how she didn't want to be seen that way. She wanted his love and care.

After being bedridden for a few weeks in bed, Dacia determined not to harm nor hurt other anymore.

She wanted to be kinder, as the same person the crown prince always favour, the holy priest.

But these days, she been desperate. That's why she willing to do such length as to drugged the crown prince in their wedding night.

Dacia couldn't bare the thought of losing him, as she searches for the crown prince. Hoping to ease their strained relationship.

The moon hung low over the estate, casting an ethereal glow upon the folly garden near the lake. Dacia's footsteps were hesitant, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way through the manicured hedges.