# Chapter 112: Freedom Wings
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 112 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down." This is a chapter that soars high on emotion—a story about a princess who has finally found the courage to spread her wings, a mother who understands her daughter’s unspoken pain, and a father who learns that love sometimes means letting go.
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Uzziel stopped and looked at his cousin, who seemed completely lost in her own tangled thoughts. He saw something in her that she hadn’t yet dared to see in herself—a desperate longing for freedom, buried beneath guilt, duty, and invisible chains she had forged with her own hands. She wanted to fly, but she believed she wasn’t worthy of the sky.
So Uzziel made his decision. "I'll accompany you."
"What?!" Lissana’s eyes widened in shock.
"I'll go with you on your journey. You know nothing about the world; it would be dangerous to travel alone."
Lissana frowned. "You're in the same situation as I am. I don't know anything about the world either. I've only stayed in the palace."
"You're mistaken," Uzziel replied, a knowing smile touching his lips. "If I leave the palace, I escape continually. Even when I visited Abuelo, I traveled to my homeland and even reached the borders of the elven kingdom."
"I doubt your uncles will allow you to travel with me."
"My priests are more liberal than you think. Besides, they will soon return to their territory and will be safe on the moon plane."
"That makes me uncomfortable. Why are they leaving?"
"Now that your father has returned and fully recovered, there's a need for stability."
While Uzziel spoke with ease, Lissana’s mind drifted elsewhere. She kept replaying the same question over and over: how could she tell her parents that she wanted to leave the palace? That she didn’t want the crown, the rules, the endless appearances? That she wanted to breathe?
Her mother’s voice cut through her thoughts. "Lissana, are you alright?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I've called you several times, but you seem to be lost in thought. Is something bothering you?"
"No, I—" Lissana’s words caught in her throat. She couldn’t say it. Not yet. So she stayed silent.
Abril placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Lissana, can you share what's troubling you?"
A long silence stretched between them before Lissana finally whispered, "It's nothing. I'm just tired, so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to be alone for a bit."
She stood to leave, but her father’s gaze followed her. "What do you think is going on with her?" Alessandro asked, worry thick in his voice.
"I'm not sure. I'll talk to her later," Abril replied.
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Later, Abril made her way to Lissana's room. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink. There was Lissana, sitting on the balcony railing, staring into the distance as if searching for something beyond the horizon.
"Can we talk?" Abril asked softly.
"Of course."
Abril studied her daughter in silence, and under that intense, loving gaze, Lissana began to feel exposed. "What do you want to talk about?"
"About what you need to decide."
"What?!"
"You've been distant lately. I want to know what's going on."
"It's nothing."
"Lissana, don't hide your feelings. You're not well."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Of course you are. Ever since your father died, you've been repressing your emotions, tying yourself down when you should be reaching for the skies."
Lissana was taken aback. Her mother saw right through her—completely, painfully, beautifully. For a moment, she wanted to break down and confess everything. And so she did.
"I want to travel, to see other places and be free from constraints, from rules, from appearances, and from feeling alone. But I don't want to abandon you. I don't want Dad to think I don't want to be with him now that he's back."
"Your father would never think that. He might not like the idea of you leaving home, but he wouldn't oppose your decision."
"But..."
"Lissana, I felt the same way once. There was a time when I thought this palace was my prison. That's why I want you to do whatever makes you feel free."
"But I'm the hereditary princess."
"Lissana, you've grown up too fast. You've learned everything you need to know. Your father isn't a senile old man; you are ready for the throne. But if you decide you don't want it, you are free to choose your own path."
Tears streamed down Lissana's cheeks. She had yearned for so long to hear those words; it felt like a dream to finally listen to them. She cried—great, heaving sobs that carried months, maybe years, of suppressed pain. And her mother remained by her side, silent and supportive, waiting for the storm to pass.
When the tears finally subsided, Abril spoke again. "Talk to your priest; he will help you figure out what you want."
"Thank you, Mom."
"I would still like it if you delayed your trip a little. Your priest and I want to get married again."
"What?"
Abril revealed the significance of the ring she wore. "The marriage bond lasts until one of us dies, so in a way, our marriage is null. We need to remarry to restore that bond."
Lissana remembered her mother's words about feeling like a prisoner and asked, "Are you sure you want to marry again? I know how much you loved Dad, but if you want to come with me..."
"I've felt this way for a while, but I'm not like that anymore. This is my place, my home. There's nowhere else I want to be than by his side. I want to renew my vows, to unite my life with your father's again, to have a bond that is both my friend and his."
"Mom... I hope I find someone like that someday."
"I'm sure that someday you will find that person who makes you feel complete."
As her mother spoke, Lissana could only think of Tarik. The desire to see him again intensified, even though she knew not what the future held for them.
Lissana approached her mother and embraced her tightly. "Thank you for your words, Mom. If it weren't for you, I believe I would have made the wrong decision."
"I know, and that's why I want you to always remember this: don't let anything limit you, nothing define you, nothing hold you back. Never allow your wings of freedom to be clipped by a single feather that weighs you down. You are free to be whoever you want to be; your life belongs solely to you."
Until that moment, Lissana hadn't fully realized that she had been bound by guilt and the pain of the past—invisible shackles she had mistaken for duty. She had always looked away, yearning to fly, yet even at great heights, she felt unable to escape the place she was supposed to call home.
But now, at last, she understood: the prison had never been the palace. It had been inside her heart.
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When Abril returned home, Alessandro was already there, pacing the room in restless circles. "Is something wrong?" Abril asked, drawing a long sigh as she sat on the bed and patted the space beside her. "Come here."
"What's going on?" he replied, worry etched on his face.
"Hmm... It's nothing serious, so change that worried expression," she reassured him, taking his hand in hers. "It's just that our little one wants to fly."
"You know how to do it; I taught her. Have you forgotten?" he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "I'll teach her again if necessary."
"I'm not referring to that, Alessandro."
Alessandro felt a pang of fear at her words. He chose to remain silent as she continued. "Lissana wants to leave the palace. She wants to take a trip to discover herself. I don't think she means it as a rejection of you."
"I just got back, but I couldn't be with my little one," he murmured, his voice cracking.
"I know, but she's not so little anymore, Alessandro. If we don't let her go now, she may never ask us again, and we'll be tying her to this kingdom." Abril looked at him, sadness in her eyes. "To Lissana, this palace is a prison, not a home. It's not her obligation to stay here."
Alessandro recalled that the palace had also felt like a prison for her at times. "Is it also a prison for you?" he asked softly.
"No, this is not my prison. This is my home, where I can always return. I want Lissana to talk to me about this because I believe it would be better for her if we let her go."
"But I think it would be dangerous to let her travel alone."
"For her or for others?" Abril countered, recalling how Lissana had once defeated the dark king on her own.
"I know, but where will she go?"
"Wherever she wishes. Just let her be free. I'm sure she'll communicate with us while she travels, as long as she's free to fly without restraints."
"If you say it that way, it's impossible for me to deny her," Alessandro conceded, leaning forward to kiss her gently.
"I'm glad to see that you understand," Abril replied, though her heart ached at the thought of their daughter venturing out into the world.
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That night, Alessandro couldn't sleep. Worry for Lissana gnawed at him, so he rose early and stepped out onto the balcony. As he watched the first rays of sunlight paint the sky in beautiful colors, he felt a longing to fly once more with his daughter, just as they had when she was a little girl.
"She's grown up too fast," he murmured to himself.
With a sigh, Alessandro summoned his magic of wind and soared into the sky, trying to shake off the sadness that clung to him. Each time he flew, the feeling of liberation intoxicated him, allowing him to forget his worries, if only for a moment.
When he returned to the palace, he spotted Lissana sitting atop one of the tallest towers. He hesitated, unsure whether to approach her, but ultimately decided to sit beside her.
"Am I interrupting?" he asked gently.
"Not at all," she replied, her gaze fixed on the clearing sky.
They sat in silence for a while, watching the clouds drift by, until Lissana finally broke the quiet. "Is Mama talking to you?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Is that what you think?" she pressed.
"It doesn't bother me that you're leaving if that's what you're asking. I just feel a little sad because I haven't seen you for a while."
"You probably shouldn't feel that way."
"I don't want you to stay behind for my sake. I want you to leave for yourself. Just remember that I will always be here for you, so when you've traveled your own path, come home."
Lissana hugged him tightly. "I will, I promise."
"I'll be waiting for you with open arms, my little one."
"I'm not so little anymore, Papa."
"I know, but to me, you will always be my precious little girl, no matter how many sharp edges you acquire along the way."
"You know I love you, right?"
"Of course I know. And before you leave, I'd love for us to go for a ride, just like when you were a girl."
"I would love that."
Lissana jumped from the edge of the tower, calling out as she soared into the sky. "Catch me!"
Alessandro leaped after her, flying alongside her and reveling in the breathtaking views of the royal capital, bathed in the warm rays of a new dawn.
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That same afternoon, Uzziel came to see Lissana. She looked content and calm, as if she had finally shed her invisible restraints.
"Have you talked to them?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, a smile lighting up her face.
"You look radiant, so I assume you received a positive answer."
"Thanks for encouraging me to make the decision."
"Family is important, and my offer to support you still stands."
"Why do you want to accompany me?"
"I told you yesterday; I don't want to spend my time with my priests on a honeymoon."
"Are your uncles really leaving?"
"Yes. If you tell your uncles tonight, that's a decision made."
"Do you know when they're leaving?"
"I believe it will be after your uncles renounce their marital vows. That's what they said when they decided. When will you go?"
"I'll leave too, after I renounce my vows."
A shadow of sadness crossed Lissana's face, and Uzziel reassured her. "After renewing your vows, your uncles will be on their honeymoon. They'll be happy to have the palace to themselves."
"Do you really believe that?"
"Of course. Don't feel sad that we're all leaving the palace at the same time. They've been apart for so long. Now that your uncle has recovered, I'm sure they'd prefer to be alone together."
"They're my parents! Don't say those things."
"I'm just telling you the truth. If I were in your place, I would want the same—to be alone with the woman I love without interruptions."
Lissana blushed, but for the first time in a long while, her heart felt light. She was ready. Ready to fly, ready to discover the world, ready to chase the freedom she had always dreamed of.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was an emotional masterpiece. Watching Lissana finally confront her hidden pain and choose herself was incredibly moving. The bond between mother and daughter, the gentle understanding of a father who lets go even when it hurts—it all felt so real and heartfelt. Uzziel's playful teasing brought a light touch that balanced the deeper themes beautifully. This is one of those chapters that stays with you long after you finish reading.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
With her parents' blessing and the vow-renewal ceremony approaching, Lissana is on the verge of freedom. I predict that the next chapter will feature the long-awaited wedding ceremony between Abril and Alessandro—a moment of healing and reunion. And once the vows are renewed and the palace is finally quiet, Lissana will set off on her journey with Uzziel by her side. But the road ahead is never safe, and I wouldn't be surprised if her path leads her straight to Tarik again—or into a new danger that will test everything she's just learned about herself.
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