Chapter 128 Caelum

• I return to my seat at Aria and Alexander’s wedding reception with a heavy heart. Laughter echoes through the hall, blending with the music that fills the air with a soft, rhythmic melody. Even so, everything around me feels muted. I try to keep my eyes away from the dance floor, where Alexander and Aria spin slowly, their expressions radiating genuine happiness. Their joy is almost tangible, something that should warm the heart of anyone watching the scene. But for me, it feels like a dagger driven deep.
• I handed him to her on a silver platter. Seraphina’s words still echo in my mind, even after a month. Her voice, laden with scorn and anger, continues to haunt me. Yet there’s a bitter satisfaction in remembering her shock when she realized control had slipped from her grasp. It was a triumph to see the cold, calculating queen crumble in the face of shifting tides, outmatched by my patience.
• My revenge—ironic and bloodless—should because for celebration. Seraphina and my brother Drave, both caged, represent an unquestionable victory. Yet, I can’t savor the triumph. There’s an emptiness that lingers, indifferent to political or personal wins.