DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Celestoria's Fury
-Celestoria-
In the following morning at the Celestoria Palace, General Oromon arrived and reported to King Altair. The king’s fury was evident upon hearing that Vernit had orchestrated the attack. King Altair, in response, ordered a kingdom-wide patrol to search for any suspicious individuals and urged immediate reporting of any identified spies within the cities.
Just as the tension in the room escalated, Grand Prince Markus entered, bringing crucial information. His men had discovered the location of the Darkbane territory. The news brought a mix of relief and determination to King Altair and General Oromon.
Eager to avenge his fallen soldiers, King Altair expressed his intent to lead the charge. However, Grand Prince Markus reminded him of his responsibilities, citing the recent birth of Prince Terrence.
Understanding the importance of his presence with Queen Melisandre and their newborn son, King Altair reluctantly agreed. He entrusted the mission to Grand Prince Markus, instructing him to be vigilant and to take care. The room, filled with a sense of urgency, now shifted focus to the impending confrontation with the Darkbane tribe.
Amidst the somber atmosphere within the Grim Waste, Vernit’s tent stood as a haven of contemplation. The recent breach of the cease-fire by Vernit’s brother, Elysum, cast a shadow over their sanctuary. Rojan, a steadfast ally, entered with a look of urgency.
“Vernit,” Rojan questioned with a furrowed brow, “where’s Elysum? I didn’t see him him all night. What happened?”
Vernit’s expression tightened, bearing the weight of recent events. “Elysum and I reached no resolution. His desire for conflict pushed him down a perilous path. I had no recourse but to expel him. My men are keeping a watchful eye, anticipating any potential moves he might make.”
Vernit sighed, his gaze distant as he considered the complexities ahead. “We need to stay alert. Elysum’s actions are unpredictable, and the consequences of his defiance could be dire. We must move cautiously.”
Just then, Rojan remembered the captive he had brought into the tent. “Speaking of caution, Vernit, there’s one more thing. While I was observing during the chaos yesterday, someone noticed my presence. She trailed me here.”
Vernit’s brow furrowed in concern. “Who is she? Did she manage to slip away?”
Rojan shook his head with a reassuring nod. “I noticed her before she could escape. I brought her here. She claims her name is Eowyn. I also sensed a familiarity—an Eclipsarian, perhaps.”
Vernit’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Where is she now?”
“In a cage,” Rojan admitted. “I thought it best to secure her. However, I fear I may have compromised our hideout. My apologies. Should I deal with her, silence her, perhaps?”
Vernit’s response was swift and definitive. “No, Rojan. We don’t spill blood without cause. Allow me to speak with her first. We need to understand her intentions before deciding our course of action.”
With a nod, Rojan lead him to where Rosche was being held, ready to unravel the mystery that had unexpectedly woven its way into their troubled camp.