Blood Roses and Broken Chains

Chapter 24

The Finel country was vastly different from its neighboring nations. While they had embraced democratic principles, Finel remained under the rule of the imperial family. However, they had also adapted to modern times by incorporating a democratic faction that worked alongside the crown, creating a delicate balance between tradition and progress.

Along the winding stone pathway that meandered through the vast imperial gardens, within an elegant teahouse adorned with silk curtains and ornate wooden furnishings, sat three of the most powerful men in the country. Emperor Claudius IV, resplendent in his ceremonial robes, shared the intimate space with Minister Conrad from the democratic faction and Grand Duke Mavrick Somerfield, bearer of the highest noble title. Maidservants in crisp uniforms and stoic knights in polished armor stood at respectful distances, their presence barely noticeable yet ever-watchful.

The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows through the latticed windows as the three men enjoyed delicate pastries and aromatic tea. Their laughter echoed through the peaceful space like old friends reunited after years apart.

“Mavrick, same as always,” Claudius teased behind his porcelain teacup with an amused smile.

“Exactly. It’s been years since that incident,” Conrad chimed in, his face brightening. “We’ve been friends since our diaper years. What secrets could possibly remain between us?”

“Yes, who knew,” Mavrick murmured, his gaze drifting toward the garden beyond, seeming to focus on something distant yet nothing at all. “I kept it secret because I didn’t want a repeat of the past. Yet somehow, you could read me so well.”

Claudius set his teacup down with deliberate care, his expression growing serious as he studied his friend’s face. “It was ultimately to protect you and your son.”

“We just weren’t prepared for that old man’s cunningness,” Conrad’s smile faded, replaced by a bitter expression.

“If it wasn’t for you two, I wouldn’t be here right now, and Elaine…” Mavrick shook his head sharply, as if physically dispelling the dark memories that threatened to surface. “But I finally found my son. That’s good enough news since I regained consciousness.”

Mavrick’s hand moved unconsciously to his chest, where beneath the expensive fabric of his tailored suit, a hideous bullet scar still marked his olive skin. His fingers traced the old wound as painful memories flickered behind his eyes.

The two friends exchanged knowing glances, years of shared understanding passing between them silently.

“Don’t worry,” Claudius said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of imperial authority. “Now’s the perfect time for retaliation.”

****

As night deepened over the ocean and the sea breeze grew increasingly cold, Mark led Elishia through the ship’s elegant corridors toward their reserved accommodations. The vessel was a luxury liner, its halls adorned with rich mahogany paneling and crystal sconces that cast warm, dancing shadows on the walls.

The soft, rhythmic hum of the ship’s engines and the distant chatter from the lower decks created a constant backdrop that filled Elishia’s ears, distracting her. Only when Mark opened the heavy wooden door did her attention snap back to the present moment.

Her eyes immediately fell upon a single queen-sized bed dominating the center of the room.

Don’t tell me…

“Why is there only one bed?” she asked, her voice carefully controlled.

“Why can’t there be just one?” Mark replied with feigned innocence.

“Don’t play games with me,” Elishia’s face scrunched in suspicion as she fixed him with an interrogating stare.

Mark slowly averted his gaze, guilt written across his features as he scratched his cheek nervously. “Well… because it was the only room available. Right!” He straightened, adopting a righteous tone. “Princess, you don’t understand—this room alone cost a fortune, and when I made the reservation, there were no more rooms with separate beds available.”

He continued his lengthy explanation as if the accommodation arrangements were entirely beyond his control. “Besides, the bed is enormous, and with your small frame, you wouldn’t even take up a quarter of the space. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

Elishia narrowed her eyes suspiciously but ultimately decided to drop the matter.

It’s just a bed. What could possibly go wrong?

Seeing her acquiescence, Mark secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Elishia began surveying their quarters with growing appreciation. The room was a study in maritime luxury—rich burgundy carpeting stretched across the floor, complemented by cream-colored walls adorned with nautical paintings and brass fixtures. A crystal chandelier hung from the coffered ceiling, its light creating prismatic patterns that danced across the elegant furnishings. A large porthole window with polished brass fittings offered a breathtaking view of the moonlit ocean, while a sitting area with plush velvet chairs invited quiet contemplation.

“Are you hungry? It’s almost seven o’clock—I can have food delivered here,” Mark offered, his voice soft with admiration as he watched her explore the space.

The chandelier’s warm light created an almost ethereal halo effect around her glossy black hair, and her white dress seemed to glow in the ambient lighting. To Mark’s eyes, she appeared angelic, otherworldly in her beauty. He couldn’t help but smile, his expression softening with unguarded affection.

“Hm? Right, almost forgot, so what will you get?” Elishia replied absently, her attention captured by an exquisite painting hung near the window. “Ah no, whatever you’ll get is whatever I’ll get, just don’t order something too exotic.”

She found herself mesmerized by the artwork—a portrait of a young woman with hauntingly beautiful features.

The girl in this painting is truly beautiful. What technique did the artist use for these brushstrokes? That signature… I think I’ve seen it somewhere before.

When no response came for several moments, Elishia turned back in confusion.

“Why aren’t you—” she began, but the words died in her throat.

The sight that greeted her caused her to stop mid-sentence.

“Why are you crying?”

“What?” Mark asked, genuinely bewildered by her question.

He instinctively touched his face and felt the unexpected wetness there. Looking down, he noticed small teardrops falling onto his polished leather shoes and the rich maroon carpet below. Only then did he realize his vision had blurred with unshed tears. He moved to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, but before he could complete the gesture, a warm palm cupped his cheek while another gently brushed away his tears.

He closed his eyes at her touch, and when he opened them again, her beautiful face came into perfect focus, concern and tenderness written in her expression.

Blood Roses and Broken Chains

Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

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