FULL NOVELXO Chapter 1711: She Won'T Be Happy.
Chapter 1711: She won't be happy.
Selena clenched the note, closing her eyes slightly. In an instant, her entire demeanor underwent a drastic change. All remnants of innocence and indulgence vanished as she beccomposed and reserved, cold as ice.
After what seemed like an eternity, Selena opened her eyes again. They now held not only the deep majesty of a queen but also the dark and ruthless experience of someone who had seen it all.
She removed her crown and left something on the table before turning around to leave the palace.
As soon as Selena left, a figure slipped silently through the window into her room.
The man stood in the empty space, taking in his surroundings. It was a girl's room - luxurious yet elegantly simple with more books than anything else. The air still carried a faint fragrance that indicated its owner had just left.
The man walked slowly towards one wall where he looked up at a huge portrait of Selena - young and almost innocent with white skin that tried to convey both majesty and coldness but also revealed traces of playfulness typical for young girls.
His slender hand reached out instinctively to touch her face in the painting.
His sharp and cold gaze, which had always been so piercing, seemed to be entranced as he stared at the person in the painting.
With powerful fingertips, he gently and firmly stroked the face of the person in the painting.
The eyes that were so cold they seemed devoid of any life flickered with a soft light that was impossible to describe as either icy or scorching. It was as if they wanted to penetrate through the frof the painting and fuse with every fiber of that person's being.
Countless black-and-white images flashed before his eyes like scenes from a movie as he caressed the figure in the painting.
For a long time, there was silence. Suddenly, with a loud crackle, his slender fingers clenched into a fist.
"Selena..." Half an hour later, news of Queen Selena's disappearance reached those within her court.
The Grand Steward's face turned ice-cold as he grasped his scepter tightly and immediately ordered troops to search for her. "No matter what it takes," he declared fiercely. "We must find our queen before her wedding begins!" When Madam Samantha received word from her maid about Selena's disappearance while sitting at her desk inside her small building, she remained silent for stbefore finally smiling faintly through tears in her eyes. "Go with Selena," she said softly.
Her daughter had sacrificed too much for this empire throughout half of her life already; she deserved this one moment where she could be selfish instead. As a mother herself, how could Madam Samantha not make sure that happened? Perhaps it had been destined since Osvaldo first fell in love with Selena: this wedding would never cto fruition...
When news reached the throne room, there was no sound coming out for a long time.
The messenger looked anxious as he turned to Horace, who was standing guard outside the door. "Your Majesty has disappeared on the eve of his wedding. The High Priest is furious and has ordered that Your Majesty be found before the wedding begins. But Your Majesty left without telling anyone... shouldn't we start looking for him?" Horace sighed softly in his heart as he looked at the closed doors. His voice didn't betray any hint of concern as he replied, "Perhaps Your Majesty just needed stalone and went out for a walk. He'll be back soon enough, don't worry too much." The messenger grew more frantic at this response. "But this is no small matter! The entire city knows that Your Majesty is getting married today. If we can't find him by then, it will bring shupon our empire and discredit our rulership! The officials won't let us live it down..." Horace's expression turned cold at this point. "Then why don't you go look for him? Who says that His Majesty left on his own accord? Perhaps he was kidnapped!" The messenger froze momentarily before considering Horace's second suggestion and quickly retreated with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
With a slight creaking sound, someone pushed open the tightly shut door.
A tall figure walked in.
He surveyed the empty room before making his way to the table where sat a crown custom-made by himself.
Beneath it lay a note bearing only three words: I'm sorry.
He looked at the familiar handwriting and his heart trembled. She had given "I love you" to another man. So, he could only say... sorry to him. The young man held the note tightly, a touch of deathly sorrow in his black eyes.
He walked to the window and gazed into the distance, hoping to find the person who had grown up with him since childhood. But all he saw was emptiness.
The white jade steps, marble statues, and lush greenery were where she grew up from childhood. Everything was there except for... the most important person.
He remembered her eighteenth birthday when she lay by the window watching snowfall and their conversation: "This year's snow is heavy; next year will be a good harvest." "Maybe this is the last snow I'll see..." "No," said the man with a smile as he held little Gaia in front of her, looking at his grown-up girl finally," Every year from now on - next year or after that - I'll be with you forever my beloved... your majesty." If at that the had no reservations about expressing his feelings for her or stopping her from going to war would there have been a different outcbetween them? But it was just an if after all.
"Every wrong step leads to more mistakes," Stanley reached out, trying hard to grasp onto something. However, between his fingers, there was only emptiness. The man slowly closed his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek.
Inside the governor's private mansion, Lillian walked into the bright hall by the window and handed her cloak to a nearby maid. She let her hair down and instantly lost sof her sternness and dignity, gaining a touch of feminine tenderness.
She sat on the sofa and looked at the person sitting in front of the French windows with soft eyes. "They say you haven't eaten much since yesterday. What's wrong?" The person in front of the window remained silent.
Lillian smiled faintly. "Selena is getting married today. Aren't you happy?" The person in front of the window's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
In Lillian's cold peach blossom eyes appeared a hint of envy as she said: "That man has already passed away after all these years; Stanley grew up with Selena since childhood; he will protect her with his life and never betray her. He will give Selena to their childhood sweetheart... aren't you unhappy about it too?" Finally turning around, that face was one that could never appear in central city - an ethereal beauty as cold as moonlight - "She won't be happy." And it was him who caused Selena's unhappiness.
Lillian met his icy gaze for a long tbefore suddenly shifting her gaze towards the palace's direction: "Thirteen years ago on one night, His Majesty askeda question." Later, I found out that on that night, he had asked Selena the squestion.