Chapter 9: Unspoken Truths

The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated the square, and the echoes of the festival faded into the night as people slowly retreated to their homes. The air was cool now, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the nearby gardens. Kaela and Lucian walked side by side, the silence between them comfortable yet charged with unspoken thoughts.

Kaela’s mind replayed the events of the evening—her powers, Lucian’s unwavering presence, and the way his hand lingered just a moment too long on hers during their dance. She stole a glance at him as they strolled. His features, usually composed and regal, seemed softer under the moonlight, though his brows were drawn together in quiet thought.

“What is it?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.

Lucian hesitated, as if weighing his words. Finally, he turned to her, his ocean-blue eyes meeting hers. “I’m trying to understand you, Kaela.”

Her breath hitched. “Me?”

“You’re remarkable,” he said, his tone earnest. “You’ve endured so much, yet you remain kind, compassionate, and brave. And tonight...what you did was extraordinary.” He paused, searching her expression. “But there’s a part of you that you keep hidden, as though you’re afraid to let anyone in. I want to know why.”

Kaela froze, her heart pounding. She had known this moment would come, but she wasn’t ready—not yet. How could she tell him about her past, her father’s betrayal, and the truth about her powers?

“I’m not hiding anything,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Lucian stopped walking, his gaze steady and penetrating. “Kaela,” he said gently, “you don’t have to tell me everything now. But I want you to know that whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”

Her chest tightened, and she felt an ache she couldn’t quite name. Lucian’s words were a lifeline, yet they also terrified her. She had spent so long guarding herself, convinced that letting someone in would only lead to more pain. But Lucian’s unwavering support, his quiet strength, and the way he looked at her—as though she was the only person in the world—made her wonder if she could trust him with the truth.

“I don’t know where to start,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

Lucian smiled faintly, his hand brushing against hers. “Start wherever you feel ready. I’ll wait.”

Kaela swallowed hard, her resolve wavering. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could form the words, a distant commotion interrupted them.

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The sound of hurried footsteps and raised voices drew their attention. A young palace guard approached, his expression tense.

“Your Highness,” the guard said, bowing hastily to Lucian. “There’s been an incident near the southern gate. A group of travelers claims they were attacked by strange creatures.”

Lucian’s demeanor shifted instantly, his posture straightening as his expression grew serious. “Are the travelers safe?”

“They’ve sustained injuries but are stable,” the guard reported. “However, the creatures fled before we could engage them. They left deep claw marks on the nearby trees, similar to those from the earlier attack.”

Lucian’s jaw tightened, and he glanced at Kaela. “It seems tonight’s events weren’t an isolated incident.”

Kaela nodded, her unease growing. The monsters that had attacked earlier were unlike anything she had ever seen. Their presence in the Holy Empire—and now their apparent recurrence—was deeply troubling.

“I’ll come with you,” she said, surprising even herself.

Lucian hesitated. “Kaela, you’ve been through enough tonight. You should rest.”

“No,” she said firmly, meeting his gaze. “If these creatures are connected to what happened earlier, I need to understand. I might be able to help.”

Lucian studied her for a moment before nodding. “Stay close to me.”

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The southern gate was a short ride away, and the journey there was quiet but tense. The faint glow of lanterns illuminated the path, and Kaela felt a chill as they approached the site of the attack. The travelers were being tended to by medics, their injuries wrapped in clean bandages. They looked weary and shaken, their voices hushed as they recounted their ordeal to a group of guards.

Kaela’s attention, however, was drawn to the claw marks on the trees nearby. The deep grooves were unnatural, the bark splintered in jagged patterns that seemed almost deliberate. She shivered, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Lucian stepped beside her, his expression grim. “This isn’t a coincidence,” he said quietly.

Kaela nodded, her thoughts racing. “These creatures...they’re not from here. I don’t know how I know, but I can feel it. They don’t belong in this world.”

Lucian looked at her, his brows furrowing. “Do you think they’re connected to your powers?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But if they are, then I need to find out why.”

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As the investigation continued, Kaela couldn’t shake the feeling that something larger was at play. The claw marks, the timing of the attacks, and her sudden awakening of power—it all felt connected, though the pieces of the puzzle remained frustratingly out of reach.

Lucian placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’ll figure this out,” he said, his voice steady. “Together.”

Kaela looked at him, her heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something she wasn’t yet ready to name. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel entirely alone.

And as the night stretched on, she found herself daring to hope that, no matter what lay ahead, she wouldn’t have to face it on her own.

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