Chapter 944
Chapter 944:
As guards led Alden away, he cast a fleeting glance in my direction, his eyes speaking volumes of reassurance—a silent promise that I needn’t worry.
With the crisis momentarily contained, I released a deep breath and prepared to leave with Maia. Just then, Dominic’s rich, compelling voice resonated from behind. “Ailyn, please wait.”
I froze mid-step and pivoted slowly to face Dominic, whose stern countenance and penetrating gaze locked onto mine.
Dayton and Maia halted beside me, their expressions betraying both confusion and concern. I shook my head at Maia, whispering, “It’s alright. You two go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”
Though visibly hesitant, they nodded reluctantly and departed. Now, only the three princes and I remained inside the empty establishment.
Bryan approached first, his expression softening as he inquired with genuine concern, “Are you alright? The scene descended into such chaos earlier. Were you frightened?”
I stepped back deliberately, creating distance between us, and surveyed each prince before asking pointedly, “What do you make of what transpired today?”
Clayton’s brows furrowed slightly, his tone weighted with gravity as he replied, “We will investigate the situation exhaustively. We shall neither wrong Alden nor allow any guilty party to escape justice.”
I nodded thoughtfully before voicing the question that lingered in my mind. “Why is Evelyn here? Wasn’t she residing at the palace previously?”
Dominic reflected momentarily, his memory crystallizing. “At the banquet, we sensed something amiss, and afterward, we questioned Evelyn. She remained tight-lipped, however, clinging steadfastly to her original account. Later, when her mother fell gravely ill, we permitted her departure from the palace to tend to her care.”
He paused, his eyes narrowing perceptibly. “We never anticipated encountering her again in Marehelm.”
𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: g𝗮𝗅𝗇⚫𝗈ν𝖊𝗅⚫𝘀⚫ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Makenna’s POV:
Dominic’s words lingered in my mind as I nodded slightly, sinking into deep contemplation.
Everything that had happened felt too precise, too well-timed—like an elaborate performance where every step had been meticulously choreographed. It was seamless, leaving no room for doubt. And yet, that very perfection was what made it unsettling.
A sudden realization struck me, and I frowned.
“Your Highnesses, do you remember the incident of you sleeping with the sex slaves?” My gaze darted between the three princes, waiting for an answer.
They exchanged clouded glances, as if struggling to recall the memory. Then, after a beat, recognition flickered across Bryan’s face. His brow arched slightly. “Are you talking about the time our father ordered us to spend the night with other sex slaves? We were barely conscious—completely disoriented. And when we woke up the next morning, each of us saw a sex slave lying beside us.”
“Exactly,” I nodded emphatically. “Doesn’t this feel eerily similar to what Alden just described? He was in the same confused state. This can’t just be a coincidence. Right?”
A heavy silence settled over the room as the three princes exchanged glances, frowning in contemplation.
I took a steady breath, choosing my next words carefully. “I know you’ve carried guilt over what happened to Anthea. That guilt has bound you to Evelyn’s family. But if you take a step back and see, isn’t it strange how Evelyn always seems to be involved whenever something goes wrong?”
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