Shadow of secrets
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Henrik left the palace to check on a nearby base and Silvia nothing had to do except wandering around. She watched Gerald going inside the library that was f*******n to anyone and sat there watching the door. After an hour, the guard moved away making Silvia get a chance to enter inside the f*******n room.
Silvia tiptoed through the dimly lit library, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached her husband's slumbering form. Gerald lay sprawled across the desk, his breathing steady and deep as he slept, completely unaware of her presence.
As she drew closer, Silvia couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about the scar that marred his handsome face. It was a constant reminder of the violence that seemed to follow him wherever he went, a dark shadow that loomed over their marriage like a specter of the past.
With trembling hands, Silvia reached out to touch the scar, her fingertips grazing the rough, uneven surface. But before she could inspect it any further, Gerald stirred, his eyes snapping open as he lunged forward and seized her wrist in a vice-like grip.
Pain shot through Silvia's hand as Gerald squeezed with inhuman strength, his eyes flashing with fury as he dragged her closer to him. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Silvia winced in pain, her heart racing as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. "I-I was just..." she stammered, her words trailing off as she searched for an explanation.
But Gerald's grip only tightened, his expression darkening with rage. "You have no business here," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is my domain, not yours."
With a final, agonizing twist, Gerald released Silvia's hand, sending her stumbling backwards as she fought to regain her composure. Trembling with fear, she fled the library, her mind racing with unanswered questions and a growing sense of unease about the man she had married.
As she retreated to the safety of her chambers, Silvia couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong with Gerald, something lurking beneath the surface that she couldn't quite grasp. And as she nursed her throbbing hand, she vowed to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.
The next day, Silvia mustered up her courage and approached Gerald, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to confront him. As he sat in the library once again, she hesitantly cleared her throat, catching his attention.
"Gerald, I... I wanted to apologize for yesterday," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to intrude or upset you. I was just curious, that's all."
Gerald glanced up from his book, his expression unreadable as he regarded her with a cool detachment.
"You can leave now." he replied curtly, his tone dismissive.
Silvia swallowed hard, steeling herself for what she knew would be a difficult conversation. "Do you... do you remember me?" she asked tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper making Gerald only put an angry glance over her.
"But... but we have met before," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Six years ago, when you got the tattoo on your back. Don't you remember?"
Gerald's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with cold disdain. "I told you, I don't care who you are or what you think you know about me," he spat, his voice laced with contempt.
Silvia's heart sank as his words cut through her like a knife, leaving behind a trail of hurt and confusion. She had hoped that reminding him of their shared past would awaken some dormant memory, some spark of recognition in his eyes. But all she found was a wall of hostility, a barrier that seemed impossible to breach.
Tears welled up in Silvia's eyes as she turned away, her shoulders slumping with defeat. She had tried to reach out to him, to connect with him on a deeper level, but he had rejected her at every turn. And now, as she stood alone in the empty hallway, she couldn't help but wonder if their marriage was doomed from the start.
Suddenly she paused as a maid greeted her telling her about the queen who was waiting for her in her secret garden.
Silvia's heart raced as she received the unexpected invitation from the maid to meet the queen in her secret garden. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, she made her way to the secluded spot, the words of the maid echoing in her mind.
As she entered the garden, Silvia found the queen waiting for her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Silvia, my dear," the queen greeted, her voice soft and inviting. "I'm glad you could join me."
Silvia returned the queen's smile, though her mind was filled with questions and doubts. "Your Majesty," she replied respectfully, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "You wished to see me?"
The queen nodded, motioning for Silvia to take a seat beside her on a stone bench.
"I wanted to know more about you. Just a talk between two women." She chuckled and Silvia wondered about the words of the queen. She looked confused but the queen gave her a strange smile making her believe there was someone beside them.
Silvia hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to the queen.
"It's a pleasure to me."
The queen's expression softened, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. The conversation revolved around Silvia's life among humans until the queen whispered.
"I can understand what you are going through right now. My life was same when I arrived here."
"I will help you for my freedom." Silvia replied knowing she was a slave to Gerald and may be a future plaything in the hands of Henrik.
"Henrik is fond of women. There is no women he hasn't put his hands on in this palace."
Silvia knitted her brows trying to understand what the queen was saying.
"While Gerald is complete opposite of him. I never saw him interested in women yet I also never saw someone as blood thirsty as him."
Kelly straightened up on the stone bench.
"You need to decide on whom you are going to bet on. But be careful. There is a shadow in the palace that knows everything."
Silvia's heart skipped a beat as she realized how Gerald found her secret.
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