# Chapter 153: The Rest of the Dead
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 153 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" — a chapter that carries the weight of restless hearts, unspoken fears, and the bittersweet ache of holding on to those we've lost. So settle in, dear reader, because this chapter is brimming with raw emotion and quiet tension that will leave you breathless.
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The night had been merciless to Cassian. Sleep refused to claim him, tossing his thoughts into a storm he couldn't escape. As dawn's first light crept over the horizon, he surrendered to restlessness and fled the confines of his chambers. The gardens greeted him with their serenity, but even the most beautiful roses couldn't distract him from the ache in his chest. He ran — not with purpose, but with desperation — mile after mile, letting the burn in his muscles drown out the burn in his heart. He thought of Maya, alone in an unfamiliar land of fairies, surrounded by strangers who might not have her best interests at heart. Was she afraid? Was she thinking of him? The questions plagued him like a relentless tide. He ran until his lungs screamed and his legs buckled, collapsing beneath a tree with ragged, panting breaths.
That's when Ethan found him.
"What are you running away from?" Ethan asked, his voice cutting through the morning air.
"I'm not running away," Cassian shot back defensively.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, you run as if you were."
"I was just clearing my mind."
Ethan wasn't convinced. He studied Cassian with the quiet understanding of someone who knew pain intimately. "Are you still thinking about the fairy girl?"
Cassian's gaze dropped to the ground. "I think about her every minute and every second of the day."
Ethan pressed further. "Are you really going to go for her?"
"Yes. Not right now, but I will. I promise." The words left Cassian's mouth like sacred vows, firm and unshakable.
But Ethan's face darkened with caution. "Even if you go look for her, you won't be able to bring her back. The Fairy Queen won't allow it."
"I don't need her permission," Cassian replied, fire flickering in his eyes.
"You don't understand," Ethan insisted, leaning closer. "Your girlfriend has sworn loyalty to the Fairy Queen. No matter where she goes, she's tied to her. They've put a leash on her, and the Queen will never take it off."
Cassian's jaw tightened. "I will find a way to free her. I don't plan on abandoning her."
"The Fairy Queen is dangerous," Ethan warned. "Don't underestimate her."
"I don't. I know she's someone to be careful of. But I don't care how dangerous the sea is or how difficult the path becomes. I am willing to take any risk to get back the woman I love." Cassian's voice carried the weight of a man who had already made up his mind, who would rather die fighting than live with regret.
Ethan paused, something shifting in his expression. A shadow of sorrow passed over his face. "I think it is complete madness to want to confront the Fairy Queen," he admitted. "But I admire your courage. If I had the same attitude as you... perhaps I wouldn't have lost the woman I love. Perhaps I wouldn't be so unhappy right now."
Cassian's gaze softened. He understood the depth of Ethan's pain — the kind that hollows a man out from the inside.
"I once gave up on someone I loved because I knew that person wasn't for me," Cassian confessed. "Now, I've fallen in love again, and I don't plan on giving up the woman I love — for anything or anyone."
Ethan nodded slowly, respect flickering in his eyes. As he turned to leave, he offered his parting words: "I wish you luck."
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Meanwhile, Sirius was making his way toward Alessandro's office when a voice called out his name.
"Sirius."
He stopped and searched for the source. It was April, her figure barely hidden behind a marble column. She beckoned him urgently, and Sirius approached with cautious steps. His heart hammered in his chest as she grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the column, their bodies dangerously close.
"Your Majesty," Sirius stammered, stepping back as far as the cramped space allowed. "If someone were to see us this close, a misunderstanding could easily arise. I'm sure my life would end in that very instant."
April's golden eyes met his, pleading. "I just want to talk to you for a moment. But I don't want them to see me. The elven army is here, and Alessandro forbade me from leaving my room. Still, there's something I need to ask you. Promise me you won't tell Alessandro anything we talk about."
Sirius swallowed hard. "Okay, but please move away a little. I really don't want to die yet."
"Die? Why would you die?"
Sirius let out a nervous laugh. "The King is a very possessive man. If he sees us so close, he'll attack me first and ask questions later. He tends to lose his mind when it comes to Your Majesty."
April considered this, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I guess you're right. It's just... I don't want anyone to see me, especially since Alessandro doesn't want me out of my room while the elves are here."
A brilliant idea struck Sirius. He slipped a ring off his finger and held it out to her. "Put this on. It's a magic ring. With it, you can change your appearance. Then we can talk comfortably — and I won't fear so much for my life."
Gratefully, April took the ring and slipped it onto her finger. It magically adjusted to fit perfectly. She'd used a magic jewel before, so she knew exactly what to do. She twisted the ring once, and her reddish hair transformed into a different color. Then she twisted it again, intending to change her golden eyes to brown — but to her surprise, nothing happened. Her eyes stubbornly remained gold.
Sirius observed with fascination. "That's surprising. Your eyes haven't changed color. It seems you can't hide them with magic. You must turn the ring a third time to change the color of your clothes instead."
"Can I do that?"
"Of course. Just think about the clothes you want to wear. I suggest the maid's uniform — it will be easier for you to go unnoticed."
April did as instructed. The glamorous pink dress with delicate lace she had been wearing dissolved into a simple maid's outfit with a modest apron. She marveled at the transformation, turning to Sirius with wide eyes.
"Can I keep it?" she asked, pointing at the ring.
"Of course."
Alessandro had once gifted April a similar ring, but she'd lost it during their journey. This one would be invaluable — especially now. "Thank you so much. This will be very useful to me."
"Remember, the ring only shows an illusion," Sirius cautioned. "Be very careful with how you use it."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"With that appearance, I don't think anyone will recognize you — at least from a distance," Sirius said, relaxing slightly. "So we can talk calmly."
April finally felt at ease, hidden behind her new disguise. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
"The question I want to ask you is about my magic. My mother told me I must break all the seals," she began, her voice trembling. "But when that happens, she will disappear, and I will never see her in my dreams again. I don't want that. I don't want to lose her. Is there a way to break the seals without that happening?"
Sirius listened intently, his expression turning thoughtful. "I would need to do an analysis with my magic to understand how your mother is tied to you. But... perhaps she doesn't want you to save her. Have you considered that?"
April's heart dropped. "What?"
"She died years ago," Sirius said gently. "Maybe she just wants her soul to rest."
"But I don't want to lose her!"
Sirius looked at her with compassion, his voice soft yet firm. "There is a moment in the life of every human being in which we must let go of our dead, even if it causes us pain."
The words hung in the air like a heavy curtain, wrapping around April's heart. She stood there, clutching the ring on her finger, torn between the desperate desire to hold on and the harsh truth of what letting go truly meant.
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What a deeply moving chapter, dear readers! The contrasting threads of Cassian's unyielding determination to fight for love and April's heart-wrenching struggle to accept loss created a rich emotional tapestry that lingers long after the final paragraph. Cassian's vow — that he would brave any danger, any sea, any impossibility to reclaim Maya — was nothing short of breathtaking. Meanwhile, Sirius's gentle honesty with April reminds us that sometimes love means releasing those we've lost, even when our hearts scream otherwise. The emotional depth here is remarkable, and the character development is masterfully woven. This chapter earns a solid ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars.
As for what's coming next, I predict that April will struggle with Sirius's advice, wrestling between her desire to keep her mother's spirit alive and the growing realization that she may have to let go. Meanwhile, Cassian's resolve to confront the Fairy Queen will only sharpen, and with the elves still occupying the palace, I suspect tensions will continue to escalate. Will April make a fateful decision about the seals? Will Cassian's plan to rescue Maya begin to take shape? One thing is certain — the storm is gathering on the horizon.
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