Trapped in a marriage with a sadistic king, Nessa's purpose is to provide the king, Dante, an heir. But a curse, unbeknownst to both of them, looms over him. Desperate for an heir, he indulges in countless affairs while Nessa suffers in silence. A g...
Vergie and Nessa's shared hatred for Dante burned fiercely within them, fueled by a sense of betrayal and wounded pride. Vergie knew that he couldn't simply strike back at the king of Hamlet, for Dante was a powerful sorcerer with the yeti at his beck and call. Instead, Vergie retreated into the shadows, plotting his next move with a razor-sharp mind.
As the days passed, Vergie delved deeper into the secrets of his magic, studying with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He honed his abilities with relentless discipline, unlocking the most arcane and elusive mysteries of the craft. And all the while, he quietly investigated, piecing together the events that had led to his parents' murder and uncovering the role that Dante had played in it all.
Vergie's mind was a labyrinth of plots and schemes, each one more intricate than the last. He knew that he had to tread carefully, for Dante was a master of deception and subterfuge. But Vergie was equally cunning, and he knew that he had the power to outwit even the most wily of foes. As he worked, a sense of grim determination settled over him, and he knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his revenge.
Despite the risks, Vergie was determined to bring justice to his parents and expose Dante's treachery. He would stop at nothing to get the revenge he so desperately craved, and the journey ahead was going to be a long and perilous one.
6 months later- Deep inside the woods of Qardesa..
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Taking a deep breath, Nessa rapped on the door before peering cautiously around, her gaze flickering nervously as she scanned the area for any signs of pursuit. After a few tense moments, the door creaked open, revealing a bald, sharp-eyed elf. It was Vergie. Stepping inside, Nessa removed her cloak as Vergie turned his back to her.
"Where were you on the day he massacred them?" Vergie demanded, wheeling around to face her with a fierce look in his eyes.
"In my chambers," Nessa confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Your father was as gullible as the king himself. Gath should have known it was a futile endeavor to wage war against the throne," she continued, the silence between them amplifying the weight of her words as Vergie considered them carefully.
"You are cursed," Vergie declared, his eyes locked on the queen.
"My mother was a powerful enchantress. She knew which side the coin would land on when Dante tossed it. She knew she was going to die. Before she boarded the boat, she cast a spell to bind your womb. It was a desperate move, a last resort. Her screams echoed the curses of her murderer - the king," he said, his voice laced with bitterness. He turned away from her, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace.
"Your barrenness is not a mere coincidence. She caused it so that Dante could never have an heir," he added, his voice heavy with accusation.
Nessa was left stunned, her mind struggling to comprehend the truth of Vergie's words.
