Thank you for reading on ! We provide free access to all our stories, but maintaining this platform requires ongoing costs. To keep the site running and continue offering free content, we display advertisements. You can close the ads anytime, or upgrade to premium membership ($5/month) for an ad-free reading experience while supporting our mission. You can also earn premium for free by completing simple tasks. We truly appreciate your understanding and support!Abril felt uncomfortable with the weight of the jewels adorning her. All but one had been removed-the pendant bearing her mother's portrait, a reminder of the reign that had been bestowed upon her. She had chosen to dress more modestly, opting for a low-cut shirt that felt more like her. Alessandro, playing with their daughter Lissana, thought he would return home if only it were quiet, but the atmosphere was anything but calm. "What's wrong, Aby? You seem worried," he said, noticing her troubled expression. "It's about Lissana.There's something I need to tell you," Abril replied, her voice serious. "Just hearing you say that worries me," he admitted, his concern growing. "The elven queen told me that I should be worried about Lissana. In her opinion, my little girl doesn't possess enough power," Abril explained, her brow furrowing. "Then what does she want?" Alessandro asked, his protective instincts flaring. "Lissana needs to grow up faster so she can control her power," Abril said, her voice tinged with urgency. "But that's impossible," he countered, shaking his head."In the kingdom of the fairies, things work differently. If they send her away, she will have more opportunities to..." "To survive!" Abril finished, her heart racing. "Yes," Alessandro said, pulling his daughter into a tight embrace, wishing to shield her from any danger. "Our daughter is dying?!" he exclaimed, panic rising in his voice. "No, but with so much power, she could end up destroying her small body," Abril replied, fear lacing her words. "Then we have to leave with the fairies?" he asked, dread creeping in."Although I hate the idea of separating from her, I despise the thought of losing her forever," Abril confessed, her voice breaking. "She's so young; she might forget us if she's away for too long," Alessandro said, his worry evident. "If we aren't in the country to visit her, we'll make sure she knows we care," Abril reassured him. "She'll be fine, right?" he asked, seeking comfort in her words. "Yes, she will be fine. We will take care of her," Abril promised. Alessandro wrapped his arms around Abril's shoulders, and the three of them shared a heartfelt embrace."Yes, we will take care of her," he echoed, feeling a sense of unity. After the moment passed, Abril and Alessandro lay beside Lissana, watching over her as she slept. It was their way of protecting her from the dangers that loomed ahead. As they opened their minds to Lissana's dreams, both parents felt exhausted. Alessandro remained awake, his thoughts swirling with conflict, unable to reconcile the turmoil within. His beloved family, which he had not wanted to leave behind, seemed destined to be apart, and it pained him to witness the shadows of death looming over his wife.He prayed to the sky god, asking for protection for his family and for the strength to endure. The next morning, Abril was the first to awaken, stirred by the sound of her baby's cries. She quickly got up and called for a servant to bring milk for Lissana. As she walked around the room, soothing her daughter, she noticed Alessandro tossing restlessly in bed, caught in the grip of a nightmare. She approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Lessan, what's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked softly. "Yes, I just had a nightmare," he murmured, his breath still quickened.Abril caressed his shoulder, trying to calm him. "Everything is fine," she assured him. Alessandro felt the warmth of Abril's presence, a comfort that reminded him that what he had dreamed was not real. "I know," he replied, finally finding solace. Meanwhile, Maya had risen early, determined to speak with her priest before she left. The previous day's news of her impending marriage to Cassian had not been received well by either her father or her brother. They had both insisted that the bond of marriage should not be taken lightly.She was certain of her choice, but their disapproval weighed heavily on her. When Maya entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find her priest preparing breakfast. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "I'm making breakfast for you. It's been a while since we've had a chance to catch up," he replied warmly. Maya embraced her priest, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "It's true, we haven't spent time together in ages," she said. "Are you sure about marrying Prince Cassian?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "Yes, I couldn't be more sure," she affirmed, her resolve firm.Ryan sighed deeply, though he struggled with the thought of Maya marrying Cassian. He knew that her decision was final and unchangeable. "I hope you enjoy your wedding," he said, trying to mask his reluctance. "I'll be there, I promise," she replied, her eyes brightening. "Even if you don't like Cassian?" he teased lightly. "I don't hate you, Father. You're my little girl, and I'll be there for you," he assured her, his voice softening. "Alright then," she said, smiling. "Now come and sit down; breakfast is almost ready," he urged.Maya took her place at the table, her heart lightening as she focused on the moment. As her priest finished preparing the meal, she felt a sense of excitement wash over her, momentarily letting go of her worries. After breakfast, Maya bid farewell to her priest, who embraced her warmly. "Goodbye, my little one," he said. "I'm not ready yet," she replied, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "You're right," he conceded. Barto, her brother, entered the room just then. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm taking Maya back to the palace," he said, his tone serious.noveldrama"You should stay a little longer." "No, I'll return today. I leave the club in your capable hands, brother," she insisted. "Just make sure you're ready this time," he replied, a teasing smile on his face. "I will be, no matter what," she promised, determination in her voice. After saying goodbye to her priest, Maya and Barto headed to the teleportation parchment. As they prepared to use it, Barto looked at her with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "Maybe you should stay a little longer. You just used the teleportation parchment." "I'm fine, Barto.Don't worry, just tear the parchment," she urged. "Alright," he said, tearing the parchment as they arrived at the outskirts of the capital. Maya felt a wave of nausea wash over her as they traveled. "Are you happy?" Barto asked, trying to gauge her mood. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little..." she started, but her words were cut short as she suddenly vomited on the street, her stomach rebelling against the journey. Barto quickly rushed to her side, supporting her until she regained her composure. "I'm fine, Barto. It's just the travel," she reassured him, though her face was pale."We shouldn't have come back so soon. It would have been better to use a carriage instead of the parchment," he said, concern still etched on his face. Maya hated traveling by carriage; the long journeys always made her feel sick. "I think we needed to rest during the trip," she replied, her voice steadying.