Chapter 309

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The queen had ordered Alessandro to betray his own daughter, a command that weighed heavily on him. He could disobey, but the thought gnawed at his conscience. Lissana stretched out her hand, trying to tempt Tarik closer. “What’s going on, Lissana?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “This baby deserves a place in the human kingdom. Just listen to her.” “Sir, if she passes, it may bring peace,” Lissana insisted, her voice softening. “Maybe you’re just curious, Tarik,” she added, her tone playful. Fay, Lissana’s little brother, agreed, eager to play with Tarik.
She held her arm out, casting a gentle light over him. It was the same healing light their mother had used before. “Blah,” she said, watching as Tarik’s fever dissipated. He opened his eyes, staring intently at the small figure before him. “I believe it pleases you. She has been cured,” Lissana said, realizing the magic had worked. “It’s surprising that someone your age can wield magic,” Tarik remarked, astonished. “It’s true,” Lissana replied, pride swelling in her chest. Just then, the queen’s assistant approached them. “The queen awaits you.
You should present yourselves.” “I must go, but I’m glad to see you here,” Fay said, his voice filled with warmth. “I enjoyed seeing you too, when Wal came to visit,” Lissana replied, her heart heavy as she prepared to leave. After Fay departed, Lissana lingered, stretching her arms as if to hold onto him. Maya comforted her, whispering, “Don’t forget, Lissana. You can’t stay, but you can come back to see him.” When Fay entered the throne room, the queen commanded, “Come closer, my child.” Fay stepped forward, as if compelled by the queen’s presence.
“Your Majesty, may I ask why you asked me to betray my wife?” he questioned, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. “I need a successor,” the queen replied, her gaze unwavering. “You are denied that role, so I am considering making Tarik my heir.” Fay’s expression darkened. He could not hide his discontent; the thought of his son becoming king was unbearable. “You want my son to be your successor?” he exclaimed, disbelief coloring his tone. “I envision a general, a soldier as strong as you,” the queen countered, her voice firm.
“But I don’t want it to be forced upon him.” “Whether you want it or not, it will be so. Tarik is perfect for the role. He has your blood and the power to be king,” the queen insisted. “I will take your place. Accept this, and relinquish the idea that Tarik should not be king.” “You don’t want the throne, ever,” Fay laughed bitterly. “Your place is in the sky. You wouldn’t make a good fairy king, but this is not my way. I will instruct him to control his powers.” “I understand that you want to relieve your son of this heavy burden, but he will become king.
It may take decades or even centuries, but he will inherit the throne,” the queen stated, her voice resolute. Fay looked at his son, understanding her words even if he wished otherwise. Tarik would be king, and that would change everything. “Fay, take care of him,” the queen urged, her tone softening. “You cannot lie to him, nor can you hide the truth. It is clear and transparent.” “Then Tarik will become my successor, but I will not force him. If he wishes to renounce it, that is his choice,” Fay said, his resolve firm. “Yes, that seems fair.
Thank you, Your Majesty,” he replied, a hint of gratitude in his voice. Meanwhile, Abril was in her shop, staring intently at the hope the queen had given her to communicate with Lissana when Alessandro approached her. “What are you doing?” he asked, concern etched on his face. “I’m trying to call her. I want to see Lissana,” she replied, determination in her voice. “That’s what you mentioned before,” he reminded her gently, sitting beside her. “You seem doubtful. Why haven’t you used it?” he inquired. “I’m scared,” Abril admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Scared that it won’t work?” Alessandro asked, tilting his head. Abril nodded, her brow furrowed. “It’s not that. I’m worried that Lissana has grown too much. Even though she’s only been gone a few days, time flows differently in the fairy realm.” “You have reason to be cautious,” Alessandro said, understanding her fears. Abril thought of Lissana and Maya, hoping to connect with them. For a moment, nothing happened, and worry creased her brow. But soon, she saw the reflection of Maya, carrying Lissana in her arms. “Hello, Aby,” Maya greeted, her smile bright.
When Lissana spotted her mother, joy lit up her face. She seemed overwhelmed with emotion, reaching out for Abril. Tears welled in Abril’s eyes as she struggled to speak, her heart swelling with love. “Hello, Maya. How is Lissana?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. “She’s doing very well. She’s beautiful,” Maya replied, her eyes sparkling. “And you? How are you?” Abril inquired, her concern evident. “I’m recovering well, but I must be careful and continue to fight,” Maya said, her determination shining through. “Congratulations on your recovery.
I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” Abril said, wiping away her tears. “He says his wedding day is approaching, and he will return to the fairy realm. Don’t worry about that,” Maya reassured her. “And Cassian? How is he?” Abril asked, eager for news. Cassian looked up, his expression brightening. “I’m doing very well, thank you.” “We are fine, though we’ve had our challenges,” Abril said, her heart heavy with the weight of their struggles. “In truth, it’s been peaceful here, but we must remain vigilant against the monsters,” Maya added, her voice steady.
“Do you know how to deal with them?” Abril asked, concern creeping into her voice. “We’re not entirely sure yet,” Maya admitted. “Has Cira been attacked?” Abril pressed. “No, we still don’t know anything,” Maya replied, her brow furrowing. “I feel guilty for living in peace while you face danger. Sometimes, it weighs heavily on my heart,” Abril confessed, her voice filled with sorrow.