Chapter 217
Under the bright moon that served as a beacon in the darkness, Cain—dressed impeccably—delivered a revelation that left Ysaris reeling.
He was, in truth, a prince of Uzephia.
He had secured the cooperation of Duke Jebiken Barilio through undisclosed means.
Using this connection, he had struck a deal with the King of Pyrein.
And now, he had to leave at dawn.
Every word was harder to believe than the last.
‘A rebellion? Seizing the throne in a year? All to marry me?’
As Ysaris stood frozen, Cain continued calmly:
Reality crashed over her. The color drained from her already pale face as visions of his possible demise flashed before her eyes.
He caught her as she tried to bolt, pulling her into an embrace. His whisper against her ear was unbearably tender:
The weighty term hung in the air. Cain’s voice was steady as he explained.
He listed more reassurances—how his swordsmanship, combined with Tennilath’s abilities, made him formidable, how Duke Barilio had prepared for the rebellion; how Uzephia’s concept of legitimacy actually favored him.
After a long silence, Ysaris’s weak objection barely made a dent.
He removed the bracelet he’d worn all these years in Pyrein. As the illusionary magic faded, hair darker than the night sky spilled into view—along with sharply defined features, honed like a blade.
Staggering from the shock that the man she’d loved had never truly looked like himself, Ysaris swayed—only for Cain to desperately steady her.
‘Please still love me. Forgive me for deceiving you. Don’t cast me away.’
His crimson eyes wavered with unspoken pleas. Exhaling shakily, Ysaris reached up to touch his hair.
Cain laughed, a strained but relieved sound, burying his face briefly in her shoulder. Silence settled between them.
Eventually, Ysaris spoke first:
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