Princess for brother

Chapter 17

Ashley was lying in her room, staring at the ceiling. The light from the narrow window barely filtered through the heavy curtains, casting dim shadows on the walls. The air felt empty and cold. She felt lost, like she was trapped in a dark maze with no way out.

Thoughts swirled in my head like a whirlwind, giving me no rest. Ashley tried to process what had happened, but every time she did, she was terrified. The memories of that day were vivid and painful, they tore at the soul, leaving no room for hope. "How could this happen? Why was I so helpless? She asked herself over and over again, finding no answers.

Her body still bore traces of that terrible day, and her soul was like a crust of ice. Ashley couldn't believe that life could change so dramatically, that in an instant everything that was dear could be destroyed. She felt dirty, spoiled, unworthy of love and respect.

The days passed slowly, like sticky honey. Ashley rarely left her chambers, avoiding the other occupants of the palace. It seemed to her that everyone was looking at her with disapproval, that there was contempt and pity in their eyes. She didn't want to see anyone, didn't want to talk, afraid to betray her pain and weakness.

But deep down, Ashley knew she couldn't hide from the world forever. She had to decide what to do next, how to live with this burden on her heart. However, fear and despair bound her will, preventing her from taking a decisive step.

Sometimes she found herself wanting to tell Travis what had happened. Her brother had always been her mainstay and protector, and now she needed his support more than ever before. But at the same time, Ashley was afraid of his reaction. What if he turned his back on her? What if he finds her unworthy of his attention? These thoughts kept her silent, hiding her pain behind a mask of indifference.

At other times, Ashley thought about leaving the palace, starting a new life somewhere else where no one would know about her past. But where would she go? She had no money, no friends, and no independent living experience. The palace was her home, and the Kembel family was the only family she knew.

The internal monologues grew increasingly somber. Ashley increasingly imagined the most terrible scenarios of the future: loneliness, contempt for others, the inability to build a normal relationship. She felt that her life was ruined, that she would never be able to go back to what it was before.

Nevertheless, there was a spark of hope in the back of his mind. Ashley knew she had to find the strength to overcome this nightmare, to protect herself and her brother from further harm. But right now, she was too weak, too broken to fight.

As the days turned into weeks, Ashley was still trapped in her fears and doubts. She stared out the window, watching the weather change, watching the leaves gradually fall from the trees, and felt her heart fill with bitterness. Life around her continued to run its course, but for Ashley, the world stopped on that terrible day when George deprived her of her most precious thing.

She had nightmares at night. She relived that terrible moment over and over again, waking up in a cold sweat and screaming. In the morning, Ashley felt even more tired and exhausted than the day before. Her strength was failing her, and her will to live was fading with each passing day.

But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she had to fight. I must find a way to deal with the pain, I must learn to live with it. Ashley knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult, but she had to go through it in order to find herself again and protect those she loved.

For now, she remained in her room, lost in despair and pain. The palace continued to live its own life, but for Ashley it became a prison from which there was no way out. She was waiting for her strength to return, to face her fears and take the first step toward a new life.

Elsewhere in the palace, Travis was slowly coming to his senses, unaware of what was going on in his sister's soul. Clara continued to look for ways to help Ashley, while Robert gathered evidence against George. The palace had a life of its own, but to Ashley it was just a distant noise that had nothing to do with her. Her world narrowed to the size of a room where she hid from reality, trying to cope with the destruction that changed her fate forever.

Robert wandered the dark corridors of the palace like a shadow gliding through the gloom. His footsteps were soft, almost silent, but there was a storm raging in his soul. He felt that he was approaching a clue that could change everything. With each passing day, suspicion of George grew stronger, and Robert was determined to prove his guilt.

Bits of information swirled in his head, pieces of a puzzle that needed to be pieced together. He remembered George's strange encounters with strangers, the appearance of illegal substances in the house, strange noises at night. All of this added up to a grim picture that made one uneasy.

Robert knew there wasn't much time. He knew that if he didn't stop George now, the consequences could be dire. The memory of what had happened to Ashley burned in my soul. He couldn't let anyone else get hurt.

One evening, when the palace was silent, Robert decided to search George's room. His heart was beating fast in his chest, but he didn't let the fear get the better of him. Quietly opening the door, he looked around. The room was in semi-darkness, with only the faint light of the moon shining through the heavy curtains.

Robert's eyes roamed over the bookshelves, the table, the bed. He was looking for something that might prove George's guilt. His hands were shaking, but he kept searching. Then, among the papers on his desk, he noticed an envelope with an unfamiliar handwriting. Inside were several letters, the contents of which made Robert turn pale.

The letters spoke of secret deals, connections to the criminal world, and plans that could have ruined not only the Kembel family, but many others as well. Robert realized that he had a clue in his hand. Now he knew that George was dangerous, and he had to be stopped at all costs.

But how do you pass on this evidence to those who can help? Robert knew that George would stop at nothing to keep his secrets. He must be careful not to fall into the trap.

As the days passed, Robert became more and more involved in the investigation. He kept tabs on George, recorded his meetings, and tried to figure out who else was involved in his criminal schemes. Sometimes it seemed to him that the palace was full of spies and traitors, and no one could be trusted.

One morning, while Robert was preparing a plan to pass the evidence to Travis, he felt strangely unwell. At first, he put it down to fatigue, but soon the symptoms began to worsen. His head was spinning, his vision blurred, and he could barely stand.

What's wrong with me? thought Robert, trying to gather his strength. He knew that time was running out, and the evidence might be useless if he didn't have time to hand it over. But the weakness grew stronger and stronger, and soon Robert lost consciousness.

When he came to, he found himself lying in his room with Margaret sitting next to him. She looked at him with concern and concern.

"Robert, you scared us," she said. — We didn't know what happened to you.

He tried to explain that he had found evidence of George's guilt, but his strength failed him again and he fell back into darkness.

Margaret tried to ask Robert where the evidence was, but he was too weak to speak. She knew that time was working against them, but she didn't know how to help them.

Meanwhile, George, sensing the danger, began to act. He understood that his secrets might be exposed, and decided to eliminate anyone who might pose a threat. His eyes glittered with malice, and his heart was filled with hatred for those who tried to stand in his way.

Robert, meanwhile, was slowly recovering, but he knew that he would not be able to pass on the evidence as he had planned. He felt helpless, like a prisoner of his own body. He was tormented by the thought that it might all be in vain, that George would get away with it.

However, he didn't lose hope. Deep down, Robert knew the truth would come out sooner or later. He only hoped that it would happen before another blow was struck.

The palace continued to live its own life, but for Robert and those who sought justice, every day was a challenge. The shadows of the past deepened, and the future seemed uncertain and frightening. But they knew not to give up, not to retreat in the face of evil.

Although Robert did not have time to hand over the evidence, his efforts were not in vain. The seeds of doubt and suspicion were already planted in the souls of those who were willing to fight for the truth. And one day they will give shoots that will change the fate of all the inhabitants of the palace.

Meanwhile, George continued his dark schemes, unaware that his hour of reckoning was at hand. His complacency and confidence in his own invulnerability could become his deadliest enemies.

So the days passed, filled with tension and anticipation. Each of the heroes walked a different path, guided by their own fears and hopes. And no one knew what lay ahead of them, what trials they still had to go through to find peace and justice.