# Chapter 104: The Gathering Storm - Whispers of War and Rekindled Love
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 104 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down." This chapter is a masterful tapestry of emotions, weaving together tender reunions, burning jealousy, prophetic visions, and the ominous approach of a war that threatens to consume everything our beloved characters hold dear. So settle in, dear readers, because this journey is about to take us through the very heart of darkness and the fierce light of love that defies it.
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The weight of Abril's words pressed heavily upon Cassian's heart as he stood in that chamber, the revelation about the doors of fate being irrevocably open settling into his bones like a cold dread. Yet, even in his anxiety, he understood that Abril's intention was never to cause him distress—she was merely preparing him for what lay ahead.
"It is inevitable that the doors remain open," she spoke softly, her voice a balm to his troubled spirit. "It's not something we can avoid, so there's no point in worrying about what has not yet come to pass. Now go, return to the fairy realm and spend a few days with your family. You deserve it."
Cassian nodded, his jaw tight with unspoken emotion. "I'll be back soon," he promised.
Alessandro stepped forward, a sparkle of challenge in his eyes. "Make sure you return quickly. I want to clash swords with you again, just like we used to." A grin spread across his face. "But I warn you, when we meet again, I'll be much better with the sword. Next time, we won't lose."
Cassian's tension broke, a genuine smile breaking through the storm clouds of his thoughts. "I look forward to it."
With farewells exchanged, Cassian set out to find Tarik before his departure, discovering the fairy prince training diligently in the camp, his sword singing through the air with practiced precision.
"I'm glad to see you haven't been neglecting your training," Cassian remarked as he approached.
Tarik paused, wiping sweat from his brow. "If Jo were here, the fairy queen, she would be furious with me for not being ready when I return. I'm sure I'll receive a good reprimand."
The conversation drifted to deeper waters—Tarik's future as the fairy king, his hesitation to return, and the true reason that kept him tethered to the human world. When Cassian pressed him about Lissana, Tarik's expression grew thoughtful.
"I want to give it a little more time, but I don't know if I'll be able to see the kingdom that will be Lissana's home. I want to appreciate what she will see when she returns," Tarik confessed, his voice carrying a vulnerability he rarely showed.
"It wasn't just because you wanted to shorten the time between you two, was it?" Cassian asked knowingly.
"At first, it was like that," Tarik admitted. "But since I arrived, we have been communicating through letters. She tells me about her adventures and the places she visits, making it feel as if she's right here with us. But when she returns, everything will be unfamiliar to me, so I decided to see this place before I go. Besides, there's something else I need to think about, so I can't go back just yet."
Tarik handed Cassian a letter for Lissana, and with a final word of encouragement, the portal to the fairy realm opened. Cassian stepped through, disappearing from the human world in an instant.
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When Cassian arrived in the land of the fairies, the ethereal beauty of the realm surrounded him, but his heart was set on only one destination. After inquiring with a fairy tending the gardens, he learned that Maya was at the training field. His feet carried him swiftly, each step closing the distance that had separated them for what felt like an eternity.
There she was—training with a fairy of striking appearance. The tall, slender figure had long silver hair cascading to his waist, piercing eyes that held an otherworldly intensity, and features so sharp they could have been carved by the gods themselves. But all of that faded into nothingness when Cassian's gaze found Maya.
"MAYA!" he called out, his voice carrying across the field.
Maya turned so quickly her hair whipped around her face. When her eyes found him, joy radiated from her very being. She ran into his arms, and the world righted itself.
"Why didn't you tell me you would come back?" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against his chest.
But Cassian's attention had already shifted to the silver-haired fairy who was approaching. "What is this?" he asked, his tone guarded.
"Aéles Elrond," Maya replied cheerfully. "I was just appointed captain of the palace guard."
Elrond stepped forward, extending his greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful couple," he said, his gaze lingering on Maya in a way that made Cassian's blood simmer.
"I'm not your couple; I'm your husband," Cassian asserted, the possessive edge in his voice unmistakable.
"For us fairies, that's the same thing—a couple, a life companion. Humans limit it to the word 'husband,'" Maya explained, her gaze steady as she watched the intensity flash in Cassian's eyes.
Sensing the volatile undercurrents, Maya took Cassian's arm and began pulling him away. "Today we finish our training. My husband is leaving soon for a long time, and I want to be alone with him."
Once they were safely away from the training grounds, Cassian's jealousy bubbled to the surface. "Why were you with that fairy?"
"We were training," she replied, her tone light.
"I don't like that you're close to him. I believe his interest in you will only grow."
Maya turned to face him fully, a tender smile playing on her lips. "It doesn't matter what interest he has in me, since I only have eyes for you."
She leaned in and kissed him, and that kiss—warm and certain—soothed the fire of his jealousy. Cassian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he returned her kiss with fervor.
"You don't know how to let go," he teased against her lips.
"I know, but I feel it too. It's just that I forgot how much I missed you, which is why I was so jealous just a moment ago."
"The mere thought of someone else stealing you away makes my blood boil," Cassian confessed, his voice low and raw.
Maya continued to plant gentle kisses on his lips, coaxing him to relax. "I know that enchants you. It shows how much you care for me."
"You're incorrigible," he said, taking her face in his hands.
Even in that moment, she seemed to defy time itself, still looking as youthful as ever despite the years that passed swiftly in the land of the fairies. "You're beautiful," he murmured, caressing her cheek.
"I know, but you don't have to be anxious. I'm yours, my love."
Their conversation turned deeper, touching on the wounds still healing from Cassiel's treacherous possession of Cassian's body. Maya shared her heartbreak—how she had felt nothing when Cassiel wore her husband's form, how the queen had explained that their bond transcended the physical.
"That our bond is not merely physical; it's our souls intertwined. When the first guardian takes your body, your soul is lost, which is why I couldn't feel your emotions, only the pain from the blow I received," Maya recounted.
Cassian sat beside her, overwhelmed. "I'm scared," he admitted.
"Yes, but you won't do it again," she said with quiet certainty.
"I won't, I promise."
Maya wrapped her arms around his waist. "But it's worth it if the pain you feel brings you back to me."
Cassian kissed her again, his voice earnest. "Forgive me for my sorrow. I never imagined the first guardian would do such a thing when I gave my body."
"You know there will be challenges, but a kiss to please me is true, isn't it?"
"Yes, I'm prepared for it."
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Their tender moment was interrupted by the sound of an approaching child's voice. Lissana, ever attuned to the currents of magic and emotion, had been aiding Uzziel in searching for his father. With her wind magic, she had located Maya and Cassian quickly.
"What's going on, Lissana? Why do you cover my eyes?" Uzziel's voice cut through the air.
Maya and Cassian separated, a hint of embarrassment coloring their cheeks at being caught in such an intimate moment. Lissana lowered her hand, and Uzziel's face lit up with pure, unbridled joy as he spotted his father.
"Papa!" He ran into Cassian's arms with all the force of a small hurricane.
Cassian gently caressed his wife's head, a tender smile on his face as he embraced his son. "Hello, son. How are you?"
"Very happy to see you back! I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too," Cassian replied, his heart swelling with pride.
Lissana, standing a little taller than when he had last seen her, caught his attention. "I see you've grown a lot," he observed.
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be taller than Lissana soon," Uzziel declared, puffing out his chest.
"You still have a long way to go," Lissana teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Cassian extended his arm toward her, she who was like a daughter to him. "Come on, don't be lazy."
Lissana moved closer, joining him in a warm embrace. "Welcome back," she said softly.
Maya interjected with a smile, "It's time to eat; we should head to the dining hall."
What followed was a playful race—Uzziel charging ahead with determination, Lissana's pride compelling her to chase after him. Maya entwined her arm with Cassian's and let out a long sigh.
"I suppose we'll have to wait until night to be together. Prepare yourself; I don't think you'll escape this evening."
"I wouldn't let you rest if I could," Cassian replied with a playful grin.
"I'll wait anxiously for you to return tonight," Maya said, her heart lightening at the thought.
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Over a meal of traditional fairy fare, the warmth of family enveloped them. Cassian couldn't help but remark on how the food tasted better than anything he'd experienced during his time away—though he suspected it was as much about the company as the cuisine.
Lissana, ever curious, finally broached the question that had been burning in her heart. "How is Tarik?"
"He's doing very well," Cassian replied, pulling out a letter that Tarik had entrusted to him. "He wanted to know how you were."
Lissana took the letter, her gaze fixed upon it as though it held the secrets of the universe. "Do you know when he will return?"
"I don't think he's ready yet. He wanted to explore your world before coming back."
"I see," Lissana said, tucking the letter away after finishing her meal.
A fairy approached Cassian with a message—the fairy queen had summoned him. Maya rose to accompany him, her tone brooking no argument. "I will accompany you."
"It's not necessary," Cassian replied.
"I wasn't suggesting it."
The sting of Cassiel's kiss—the violation of her trust—still lingered in Maya's heart. She said nothing more as they made their way to the throne room.
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The fairy queen sat upon her throne, an imposing figure of ethereal power. Cassian bowed before her, but Maya stood firm, refusing to bend. The queen regarded Cassian for long moments before speaking.
"How are you?"
"Is Tarik with Cassiel?" Cassian asked, seeking news.
The queen's silence spoke volumes. Cassian hesitated, unsure how to proceed, then spoke of both. "Tarik is very happy. He starts each day with his sword and magic. As for Cassiel, he is recovering, but his body remains weak. Abril is treating him, but it seems his body isn't responding as it should. Abril says it's like trying to infuse magic into an empty vessel."
The queen nodded thoughtfully. "The effectiveness of healing magic depends on the power of the person casting it. The more magical power you possess, the more you can restore. Cassiel is strong, but all that power can drain from his body. He needs time to recover."
"I'll tell Abril when I return. Tarik asked me to let him know that Cassiel is still waiting for a response to the letter he sent," Cassian said.
The moment stretched, weighted with unspoken things. Finally, the queen's tone shifted. "Before you go, there's something I want to ask you."
"Speak."
"Will you participate in the war against the darkness?"
"I'm not sure yet," he admitted, the words tasting like failure on his tongue. "I thought that once I knew Cassiel had returned, I wouldn't have any doubts about joining the fight."
"Because he's back, I find myself questioning everything I believed," the queen confessed, her voice heavy.
The queen rose, her resolve evident in every line of her body. "I don't want to be in a war where I'm not sure we'll win," she said.
"Are you really going to surrender? Battles that cannot be fought are not won. Doesn't the fate of your kingdom matter? Doesn't the destruction of everything you hold dear concern you?"
"Because I care, I'm more cautious about making a decision," she replied, turning to leave.
Cassian felt the urge to follow, to convince her, but Maya's steady voice stopped him. "You won't change her mind, so don't insist."
"But..."
"Let it go, Cassian. It seems the only person who can change her opinion is Cassiel. I doubt the queen has listened to anyone else."
"She doesn't seem to want to know anything about him," Cassian said, frustration creeping into his voice.
Maya sensed the tension in the air and saw the entrance leading to the palace. "What are you waiting for? Go to him."
"I assume you have feelings for him," she said softly, wrapping her arms around Cassian. "You must love him too; otherwise, you wouldn't have defended him when you wanted to confront him."
"I suppose we can't all be perfect," Cassian replied with a wry smile.
"Indeed, and we should take advantage of the fact that the children have gone to play so you can show me," Maya said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
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Later, in a quiet corner of the garden, Lissana sought solitude to read Tarik's letter. But Uzziel, ever persistent, trailed behind her.
"I can't right now, Uzziel. I have something important to do," she said, trying to brush him off.
"You don't have anything important to do. You just want to read your letter," he countered, his tone teasing.
"It's important to me," she replied, her patience wearing thin.
"I'm your cousin. If you think of me as a brother, you should pay me more attention than you do to Tarik," he insisted.
"Why do you want to be like a brother to me? Sometimes you're just so annoying," she shot back, turning to leave.
Beneath the large tree, Lissana settled into the soft earth, eagerly opening the letter. Tarik's words painted beautiful pictures of his kingdom, his adventures, and the depth of his love for her—a love that surpassed even that of his closest friends. When she finished reading, she leaned back against the grass, gazing up at the blue sky through the leaves, longing for him to be beside her.
"Does he still not say when he will return?" Uzziel asked, breaking her reverie.
Lissana sat up quickly, irritated by the interruption. "No, he hasn't mentioned it, but I suspect he might be delayed for a while."
"Ha... I don't understand why he doesn't come back. Why does he insist on staying in the human world?"
His annoyance grated on her. From childhood, she had been closest to Tarik, but now their bond had changed, and she feared it might never be the same. It wasn't just the years that separated them; it was time itself. She hated that he was gone, but she had never voiced her feelings, nor would she.
During dinner, Maya asked Lissana a question that stirred deep unease. "When do you think you'll be able to return to the human world?"
"Why are you asking this question?" Cassian asked.
"Time here passes differently than in the human kingdom. It doesn't affect the fairies much, but I'm human. If I'm gone for too long, I'll be older than I am now," Lissana explained, her brow furrowing.
Cassian chuckled. "You don't need to worry about that. We are guardians, so we age more slowly than normal humans. Your mother has elven blood, which means she doesn't age in the same way. You'll return home before you become an old woman."
"When will that be exactly?" Lissana pressed.
"When you can defend yourself," Maya replied.
"I can defend myself," Lissana insisted.
"Not yet. When you can fully harness your powers, you will return home. Until then, keep training."
"What if I can't do it? What if I can't fully use my powers? Does that mean I'll have to stay here forever?" Panic crept into her voice.
"Of course not. You will return soon. When the war ends, you will come back home," Maya reassured her.
"And what if I don't want to go back?" Lissana challenged.
"Do you want to stay here?" Cassian asked, concern creeping into his tone.
"No, I just asked out of curiosity. It's not that I think I want anything like that," she clarified.
Cassian's expression turned serious. "You are a princess, Lissana. You are the hereditary princess, just as Tarik will be king in the land of the fairies. You will reign in Cosset."
"Uncle, I'm not forgotten. I know there are responsibilities I will have to fulfill someday," Lissana replied, her voice firm.
But Maya's voice cut through with fierce conviction. "But you are not obligated to do anything that doesn't resonate with you, Lissana. Never forget that. You can do what you want, pursue what makes you happy."
"Maya!" Cassian interjected.
"What? This is how I chose to live, and that's why I'm with you. No one should dictate how to live," Maya said, her voice resolute. "Choose the path you want to take, Lissana. No matter how difficult it may be, live for what you want and for your convictions. Live for yourself, without regrets. It doesn't matter if others are happy or not; you are the only one who must be happy."
Uzziel piped up, "Is that also for me?"
"Of course. Live as you wish, because the only thing that matters is your happiness," Maya replied.
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Later, alone in the garden where the door to Cosset stood, Lissana reflected on Maya's words. Had she ever truly considered that she could live as she wished? With a deep sigh, she murmured, "Am I really free to live as I want?"
She gazed up at the beautiful sky. If she were to ask herself whether she wanted to return, she realized she was torn. The land of the fairies had become a significant part of her life, yet the human kingdom still beckoned. Even though her parents and uncles had decided she would one day return, she didn't know if she could truly call either place home.
"What will my home be?" she wondered aloud.
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Meanwhile, in the human realm, darkness was stirring. Abril woke up drenched in sweat, her heart pounding with the weight of a prophetic vision. Alessandro's voice cut through her terror.
"Abril, are you alright?"
"We must prepare ourselves; the doors of Hades will open soon," she gasped.
In her dream, she had seen Cira opening the gates of Hades, unleashing horrors that would destroy everything in their path. She had seen the monsters, the chaos, the devastation.
"I saw it! I saw Cira opening the doors of Hades and the horrors that emerged from there!"
"Calm down, Abril. It was just a nightmare."
"It was not just a nightmare!" she insisted, her voice rising. "That's what happened. That's it!"
Feeling the heat radiating from her, Alessandro embraced her tightly. "It's alright. I believe you. I believe you."
"Cassian was right; the gate of Hades will open in the mountains of Vaizel, the desert kingdom. It will be our battlefield, without a doubt. I have to warn all the kingdoms."
"I will take care of this. You focus on Cassiel. We need you to recover."
"If I can't do it alone, I'll ask for help from Kiara. Maybe we can manage to restore him completely, since you are the only one who can convince the fairy queen to join our battle."
Abril sought out Kiara, who had recovered her power since returning from the mountains. Together, they attempted to infuse Cassiel with their magic, working until exhaustion claimed them. When Cassiel finally stood, his body restored, he still felt a void within—the magic he had lost upon his return from death.
"I still feel a great void inside me, but my body seems restored," he admitted.
"If your body is well, go to the fairy realm and convince the fairy queen to join our war," Abril urged.
"I will do it when I recover completely. If I go in this state, she won't want to participate."
"I thought you could convince her!"
"The only way to persuade Leriana to join this war is to ensure that we win. My presence alone won't convince her; it's my power that matters. That's the only reason I can't rush to the fairy realm. That's what keeps me from being by her side."
The tension in the room was palpable, but time was running out. Cira had recovered the key to Hades from the mountain, and her darkness had awakened. The demon within her voice demanded that she open the doors and unleash hell upon the world. She was coming for the second key—the one in Cosset.
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In the shadows, Liona awaited Cira's return. A dark figure emerged from the trees, his presence cold and malevolent.
"I wanted to see for myself if this human has succeeded in recovering Hades' key," he said.
"Is it time to let her go?" Liona asked.
"No, there is still another key of Hades missing. Until we have it, we cannot open the doors. Patience is required."
"I refuse to suffer any longer. I won't live like a servant," Liona retorted.
"When you open the doors of Hades, he will tell you. Even in darkness, you will find more power than you can imagine. You could destroy this woman."
"I will eradicate the Venobich family completely. They will pay for everything that has happened to me," Liona vowed.
After the creature vanished, Liona waited until Cira emerged from the cave, a black key hanging from her white gown. Cira's orders were clear: they needed an army. Liona would retrieve the dark seeds that could spawn monsters, while Cira hired mercenaries and assassins.
In the kingdom of Sator, Cira confronted Count Brans, demanding the seeds of darkness he had hidden away. When he produced the bottle, Cira inspected it with cold satisfaction. But as she turned to leave, she paused.
"I won't destroy your house, but I can't leave you alive."
"Please, spare my life! I would never dare to betray you. I beg you, don't kill me!"
"I can't leave loose ends, especially not one as pathetic as you," she replied, her voice chilling.
Black flames erupted in Cira's hand, engulfing Count Brans and reducing him to ashes.
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Abril felt the shift—a great power awakening, dark and malevolent. She sought out Kiara. "Does it make sense?"
"I'm not sure. But it doesn't seem like a monster. It feels like something else, a presence that is even more malevolent and dark."
Cassiel appeared suddenly, his expression grave. "That's the key to Hades you sense. It's been uncovered."
"Why are we only understanding this now?"
"The key was hidden and protected by a barrier. If you can perceive it, it means it has been taken," Cassiel explained.
Abril's heart raced. "Here we have one of the keys to Hades. Is that why you feel so different?"
"Yes. One of the keys was created with divine power, while others were forged from darkness."
"Why did you create them like that?"
"Because good cannot exist without evil, just as light cannot exist without darkness. The two keys complement each other, even though one of them can only be wielded by a guardian."
The implications were staggering. Cira now possessed one key, and she would soon come for the other. They needed to transfer the key in their possession to a sacred place—a temple where its power could be protected.
"We should talk to Alessandro to prepare everything. Cira will soon attack us," Abril insisted.
"Even so, we shouldn't wait any longer," Abril urged. "Have you regained all your power?" she asked Cassiel.
"Not yet, but I have recovered enough to travel to the land of the fairies and speak with Leriana," he replied.
Before he departed, Alessandro suggested that the horsemen relocate the villagers and the mages strengthen the barriers around the city. Refuges would be created to protect citizens during the attack.
Cassiel moved toward the door, pausing before he left. "I must go ahead. Use your guardians to reach the Fae kingdom. I will lead the way to the land of the fairies."
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When Cassiel departed, Abril and Alessandro were left alone. The weight of what was coming pressed down on Abril, and she wrapped her arms around her husband, seeking comfort.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
"No, I'm not. I'm afraid we won't win this war."
"Everything will be fine. We will be victorious."
"I repeat those words over and over, but fear and anxiety consume me. I'm terrified that we might be facing our last moments together. I'm afraid we won't see our daughter again. I'm scared of dying," Abril confessed, her voice breaking.
Alessandro held her close, his grip firm and protective. "Nothing like that will happen. I will ensure that we prevail. I will protect you, protect our world, and when all this is over, we will embrace our daughter again. I promise you."
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In the quiet that followed, Abril found solace in Alessandro's arms. The anxiety and fear that had invaded her mind faded when she was close to him. His arms became her refuge, her place of peace where everything else ceased to matter.
"I love you," she whispered. "And I'm happy to be by your side. You have helped me so much to be happy."
Alessandro pulled back slightly, wanting to see her face. His heart was dreaming, and his eyes were misty. He caught a tear with his lips before it could run down her skin.
"I hate not remembering my past. I hate making you suffer because of it."
Abril caressed his cheek. "I hated it at first too, but with each passing day, I learned to tell myself how lucky I am to still have you by my side."
"I'm lucky to have such a wonderful wife who loves me so much."
"Do you really feel lucky to be my husband?"
"Yes, very much."
Alessandro placed Abril's hand on his chest so she could feel the steady thrum of his heart. As she sensed the strength of his heartbeat, joy surged within her. That heart belonged to her.
"I have to wait a lot, don't you think?" Abril asked.
Alessandro blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Abril's hands slid inside his shirt, caressing the muscles of his torso with a sensual smile. "What do you think?"
The air between them grew electric. Alessandro knew what she was hinting at—he had told her he wanted to wait for something special, as it would be their first time together since he had lost his memory. But he struggled with how to approach it, feeling he had no right to claim her when he had forgotten her.
"I have no right to touch you."
"Who says so? That right was given to me. Look—"
"But I still feel like I don't deserve it."
"We don't know how much time we have, and you want to waste it thinking like that? I don't like it."
"Of course you're precious, and I desire you madly. You can't imagine what it does to me to control myself."
"Is that what I told you? That you have to control yourself?" Abril leaned closer, brushing her lips against his. "You don't have to control yourself, Lessan. I don't want you to. I want you to love me and show me, not just with words, but with your body—your caresses, your kisses. I want all of you."
When Abril touched Alessandro's lips again, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He wondered why the demons had waited so long. His mouth was warm and soft, his body firm and wonderful against hers, his hair silky to the touch of her fingers.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sweetness of the kiss. When she felt his tongue brush against hers, a chill ran through her so intense it felt as if she might die. Abril craved more. She wanted it all.
Their passion consumed them, years of separation and longing finally finding release. That night, they expressed their love in a way only lovers could—skin against skin.
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In the afterglow, Alessandro glimpsed something—memories, or fragments of them. The sound of rain pattered against the window. An image appeared in his mind: the two of them dancing under the moonlight, their marriage mark shining brightly.
"When I felt our marriage mark flare, it brought a memory to me," he admitted.
Abril's face lit up with hope. "The marriage mark is a bond that unites two people as one, connecting them in such an intimate way. This connection becomes stronger, and maybe you can recover your memories."
"Do you really believe it was like that? Maybe it was just my imagination and not a true memory."
"That memory was real; it wasn't your imagination, Lessan. Although this is a small hope, let's hold on to it."
Abril climbed on top of Alessandro, smiling. "We don't lose anything by trying. Besides, this is just the beginning. You made me wait too long, so don't think I'm done yet."
That night, several memories returned to Alessandro—walking with Abril through the palace gardens, strolling along the beach, seeing the beautiful smile of his wife. She had made him so happy, and it didn't feel like a lie.
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The next day, while Alessandro met with Sirius to discuss battle preparations and the location of safe refuges, Cira's plans continued to unfold. She had recovered the seeds of darkness, and Liona had hired mercenaries to form an army. Their target was Cosset—and the second key to Hades.
"Don't let them discover you, Liona. Don't disappoint me," Cira warned.
"I won't, Princess. I will do as you ordered."
"The battle will soon begin, as soon as the walls are ready."
Cira finished the communication, and Liona said to herself, "Don't let anyone take my life. I am not someone weak."
The storm was gathering. The battle for everything they held dear was imminent.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an emotionally charged chapter! "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" continues to deliver heart-stopping drama and deeply moving moments. The reunion between Cassian and Maya was beautifully written—their love shines through every interaction, from the jealousy over Elrond to the tender vulnerability about Cassiel's possession. The passionate night between Abril and Alessandro was absolutely breathtaking, especially the glimmer of hope that he might recover his memories through their marriage mark. The dark undercurrents with Cira, Liona, and the looming threat of Hades' gates create a delicious tension that keeps the pages turning. Lissana's internal conflict about belonging adds another layer of depth to an already rich narrative.
This chapter masterfully balances romance, family warmth, and ominous foreshadowing. The pacing is excellent, and the stakes have never been higher.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Based on the mounting tension and the final threads of this chapter, I predict that the next chapter will explode into action! Cira and Liona are moving toward Cosset with their army of mercenaries and dark monsters. The attack could come at any moment. Meanwhile, Cassiel will reach the fairy realm to confront the queen—and potentially Maya, who has unresolved feelings about his violation of Cassian's body. Alessandro's returning memories, triggered by the marriage mark, may hold the key to defeating Cira. But the most explosive possibility? The true nature of the bond between Cassiel and the fairy queen might finally be revealed, and it could change everything our heroes thought they knew about the war against darkness. Get ready for betrayal, heartbreak, and the beginning of the battle that could decide the fate of all realms!
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