Chương 18: Chapter 18: Diverging Paths
In the dimly lit chamber, Seraphina sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the figure of the prince as he slept soundly beside her. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across his features, illuminating the contours of his face in soft, shifting hues.
As she watched him, a tumult of conflicting emotions churned within Seraphina's chest. Hatred warred with pity, rage clashed with remorse, and beneath it all, a gnawing sense of desperation gnawed at her resolve.
She knew what she had to do. She had sworn vengeance against the prince for the atrocities he had committed, for the lives he had destroyed, for the pain he had inflicted upon her and her people. But now, as she sat there in the darkness, a cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what lay ahead.
Carefully, so as not to disturb him, Seraphina reached beneath the folds of her dress, her fingers closing around the hilt of the dagger hidden at her waist. The weight of the weapon felt heavy in her hand, its cold steel a stark reminder of the choice she had made.
With trembling hands, she drew the dagger from its sheath, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated her next move. The prince lay before her, vulnerable in sleep, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.
But even as Seraphina raised the dagger, her hand poised to strike, doubt crept into her mind like a whisper in the night. Was this truly the path she wished to tread? Was vengeance worth sacrificing her own soul?
For a moment, she wavered, the blade trembling in her grasp. But then, with a fierce resolve, she steeled herself against her doubts. She had come too far to turn back now. She had made a vow, and she would see it through to the end.
With a silent prayer on her lips, Seraphina lowered the dagger, her resolve hardening like steel within her heart. The prince may have been her enemy, but he was also her means to an end. And she would use whatever means necessary to achieve her goals, even if it meant sacrificing her own humanity in the process.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Seraphina slipped silently from the bed, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The prince slept on, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the darkness, oblivious to the battle raging within the heart of the woman who had sworn to destroy him.
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