Whispers of the Forgotten
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Chapter Five:
Mystery Man’s POV
I crouched beneath the ledge of the crumbling building, hidden in the darkness, my eyes locked on her.
Silver.
My daughter.
The blood in my veins burned every time I saw her — alive, breathing, stronger than even she knew.
"I can’t believe I found her."
The words were a whisper between me and the night.
After all these years. After all the lies.
After all the deaths I caused just to keep her safe.
There she was.
So close I could almost reach out and brush that silver hair away from her face.
Almost.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
"I can’t reveal myself to her yet," I muttered, clenching my fists so hard my knuckles cracked.
If she saw me —
if her eyes met mine in the light —
the curse would set in.
And then...
Gods help us both.
No one knew exactly what would happen — not even the witches who sealed the curse.
All I knew was that it would be unstoppable.
A bond broken before it could form.
A soul shattering before it could heal.
So I stayed in the shadows.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hurting.
"Curse to watch her from the shadows," I said under my breath, "curse to have her think I'm dead... curse to have her believe I never wanted her."
A soft breeze shifted the debris around me.
Behind me, Jest, my last loyal friend, approached quietly — the only one who had stayed after the kingdom fell.
"Come on, Your Majesty," he said in a low voice. "You know you can't be this close."
I didn’t move.
My eyes stayed locked on her — Silver, smiling faintly as she served coffee to some teenagers at the internet café.
So human.
So normal.
And yet...
so wrong for the life she had been given.
"Just a little longer, Jest," I murmured.
"I just need to know she's okay. I need to know she's somewhere Alica can’t reach her. That the Brotherhood can't find her before she’s ready."
Jest shifted uncomfortably behind me, boots scraping the gravel.
"She will be fine, Your Highness. I swear it. She’s out of their reach now — for the first time in her life."
I didn’t answer right away.
Because part of me knew he was lying to soothe me.
Alica wasn't done hunting.
The Brotherhood wasn’t finished.
They never would be — not as long as Silver breathed.
Because she wasn’t just some lost rogue girl with a hidden power.
She was royalty.
The last living heir to a kingdom no one dared to speak of anymore.
My daughter.
My curse.
My hope.
I dragged my gaze from her, swallowing the ache rising in my throat, and melted deeper into the shadows where I belonged.
"One day," I whispered so soft even Jest couldn’t hear.
"One day, when she’s strong enough... I’ll come back for her. And not even fate will stop me."
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