# Chapter 91: The Threshold of Destiny
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 91 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" — a chapter brimming with revelations, heart-wrenching confessions, and the delicate threads of fate pulling our beloved characters ever closer to an inevitable storm. We'll witness Alessandro step into a realm where his family's legacy breathes, Abril uncover the tender love story of parents she never truly knew, and Maya wrestle with a bond that could cost her everything. So settle in, dear readers, because this chapter is a journey you won't want to miss!
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## The Door That Answered
Alessandro felt a flutter of nerves as Abril took his hand. "I want to know more," he murmured, glancing at her with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Yes, Mother, I am their guardian," he assured her. "There's no need for you to worry. I can speak just as well as Sophia."
"You're right. If Sophia has said it, then it must be true. So don't be scared; just open the door. Think of it as a simple formality."
With a gentle squeeze, Alessandro released Abril's hand and stepped toward the door. He felt an inexplicable pull, as if something—or someone—was calling to him from the other side. An energy surged through him, awakening every nerve in his body.
"Open the door, and you will receive answers to all your questions," he heard Enora say. When he stood motionless, she urged him again. "Order it to open."
"Ábrete," he commanded firmly, and to his surprise, the door swung open. A brilliant light spilled out, blinding everyone present and pushing them back slightly. As their eyes adjusted, they realized the door had closed again—but Alessandro was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Alessandro?" Abril asked, her voice tinged with worry as she scanned the room.
"He must be inside," Enora replied calmly. "You can only cross that door. Now we just have to wait for him to return."
"He will be there," Abril insisted, though doubt crept into her heart.
"If he never inherited it by entering, then you don't have to worry. This seems to be a safe place for him," Enora reassured her.
Abril stared fixedly at the door, her mind racing. Despite Enora's calming presence, she couldn't quell the turmoil within her.
"We will have to wait," Enora suggested. "If you want, we can talk while we wait."
"What do you want to discuss?" Abril asked, still not looking away from the door.
"Just a little about you," Enora replied, settling down on the floor with her back against the wall. "I'd like to know more about you. You could even change your hair color, even if it's not red."
"Why do you say that?" Abril asked, intrigued.
"Because I changed mine. It was natural, but I didn't like looking so much like Sophia," Enora explained with a hint of regret.
"I thought you would feel flattered if I resembled you," Abril said, a smile creeping onto her lips.
"It's the other way around. It reminds me that she is here," Enora replied, her tone shifting slightly.
Abril turned the ring on her finger, and her hair transformed back to its original vibrant red. "It seems fitting, given your red hair," Enora remarked.
"Did you use magic?" Abril asked, curiosity piqued.
"Yes, I left Arkala and sold my destiny," Enora said, her expression growing serious. "But that's a story for another time."
"I don't care about my father; I only know his cruel side. He probably hid in the dark, but when he died, he told me he loved me. That he always had," Abril confessed, her voice heavy with emotion.
"Your father was always a bit soft-hearted, which is why he ended up in the dark," Enora replied.
"That was the first time I heard something about him that wasn't evil, and I wanted to follow that path."
"Do you know how to communicate with my father?" Abril asked, her heart racing.
"Yes, if you want, I can tell you his story," Enora offered.
"I don't have any memories of him, but I would like to hear about him," Abril said eagerly.
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## A Love Written in Blood and Fire
"Your father, oh, it was more than twenty years ago in the forest on a warm day. We saw a young redhead fighting with all his strength to save his life. Several bandits were attacking him. They were human, and I wanted to ignore them, but Sophia was nowhere to be found. She threw herself into the fight like a lioness."
"Apparently, my mother was very brave," Abril said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Yes, and very reckless. You take after her," Enora continued. "She protected that young man fiercely, confronting the assassins with a voice that commanded respect. 'Leave him, you cowards!' she shouted."
The assassins responded, "And who are you?"
Sophia's contemptuous gaze swept over them. "It's my duty. If you don't want to die, then stand down."
Enora, watching from a distance, raised her hands to see what her sister was up to. When the bandits lunged at Sophia, she sprang from the trees like a panther, attacking them from behind and swiftly taking them down.
"What do you think you're doing, Sophia?" Enora called out.
"It wasn't a fight; I hated ignoring her," Sophia replied, her focus still on the young man hiding behind her.
When their eyes met, it was as if a lightning bolt had struck them—the attraction between them palpable.
"Who is that boy?" Enora asked, curiosity piqued.
"He's my inheritance!" Sophia exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency.
The young man withdrew his hand, blood spilling from a wound in his abdomen. "I believe so," he murmured before fainting.
Sophia pressed her hands to his side, applying pressure and using her magic to heal him. Enora watched, torn between admiration and concern.
"What do you think you're doing, Sophia?" she asked, her voice rising in alarm.
"I'm trying to save him! It's prohibited to show our power to humans, but—"
"If you are destined to die, then what a death it will be," Enora interrupted.
"What's the point of having so much power if you can't save the lives of those who need it?" Sophia retorted, her determination unwavering.
"If you punish me for one life, then let me be punished. I don't care."
Sophia ignored her sister's protests, focusing instead on the young man. "I need someone to blindfold my inheritance," she said, her voice steady.
"I can't do it, and you know you're here for support," Enora replied, frustration creeping into her tone. "If you were completely closed off from the wound, it would have been a big problem," she added.
Enora removed a blue scarf tied around her waist and handed it to Sophia. "I can't believe you're accepting my help."
"I help you because we have a better chance of escaping discovery and punishment," Enora said, her eyes fierce. "We can't afford to be caught."
Sophia carefully examined the young man, her gaze fixed on his face. Enora, watching her sister, saw the determination in her eyes.
"We can't leave him here," Sophia insisted. "Soon, some wild animal could come and eat him."
"That would mean destiny is cruel," Enora replied, her voice laced with concern. "We need to get back home before anyone notices we're gone."
Sophia looked at her sister with the wide-eyed innocence of a newborn lamb. Enora knew she had no choice but to accept the help of her stubborn sister.
"Is that what you want? To take him home?" Enora asked, her brow furrowing.
"There's a cave nearby. We can hide him there until it's safe," Sophia suggested.
"What if the fire goes out?" Enora questioned, her skepticism evident.
"We can use magic to keep it going," Sophia replied, though her plan lacked conviction.
"Fine," Enora conceded, though she felt uneasy.
They dragged the young man to the cave. Sophia gently caressed his forehead, her heart aching at his stillness. "I've never seen anyone with red hair before," she murmured, captivated by the vibrant color. "It's beautiful."
Enora nodded, unable to deny the truth in her sister's words. "There are few humans with hair that color. But it doesn't mean he's bad."
"Do you really believe that?" Sophia asked, her voice filled with hope.
"Yes, all humans have their own unique traits," Enora replied, placing the branches in a small pile. She lit the fire, watching as the flames quickly consumed the wood. Once the fire was roaring, she used her magic to ensure it wouldn't extinguish.
"It's time to go," Sophia said, glancing back at the young man as if she hated leaving him alone in the cave.
"Do you really think he'll be okay? What if he doesn't wake up soon?" Enora asked, concern etched on her face.
"Then we'll heal him," Sophia insisted.
"But that could put us in danger," Enora warned.
"It will be fine. Just trust me," Sophia urged.
"Fine," Enora relented, though doubt lingered in her mind. "Just don't take too long."
"I'll be back tomorrow with food. Wait for me in the cave," Sophia promised, her voice firm.
The following day, when Enora returned, she found Sophia anxiously hovering near the young man. Despite her worries, his presence marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. As Enora settled down, memories of the past flooded her mind, filling her with nostalgia.
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## A Mother's Legacy and a Daughter's Burden
Enora approached the door and spoke softly, "Your mother was foolish for falling in love with a human. It's so sad; your life doesn't have to be so complicated."
Abril countered, "Maybe you think my mother was foolish, but she didn't seem to regret her choice."
"Love is difficult to understand," Enora replied. "Sometimes it brings more pain than happiness. Yet, those who love are always happy, regardless of how long it lasts."
"It's a dizzying feeling, isn't it? Why give yourself away so completely?" Abril mused, her heart heavy.
"I never believed I could be loved by anyone," Enora confessed. "I was always alone until I fell in love. That's when I truly began to live."
"I hope you never regret it," Abril said, placing a hand over her heart.
"It's not hard to love, because it's worth it," Enora replied, a smile breaking through her worries.
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## Into the Land of the Guardians
As Alessandro stirred, a brilliant light enveloped him, momentarily blinding him. He found himself in a vast corridor adorned with portraits, each one reflecting the faces of his family.
"Where am I?" he wondered aloud, the familiar voice echoing in his mind.
Suddenly, he turned sharply to see a boy with brown hair and green eyes standing before him. The boy looked like a ghost, but what caught Alessandro's attention was the striking resemblance to his deceased brother, Maximilian.
"Max, what are you doing here?" Alessandro asked, confusion swirling in his mind.
"I'm here to guide you," Max replied.
"Guide me? Where to?" Alessandro pressed, eager for answers.
"This is the land of the guardians," Max explained, leading the way. "The portraits you see are of those who have existed before us."
Alessandro followed Max down the path, his heart racing with questions. "What is this place? Why are all our family portraits here?"
"I only keep eight of your portraits," Max said, his voice steady. "Just like you, I am a part of this legacy."
As Max ran ahead, Alessandro followed, eager to understand the significance of the portraits lining the walls. Each one depicted members of his family, their faces frozen in time.
"They are the guardians," Max explained, his tone serious. "These portraits tell the story of our lineage."
Time seemed to bend and fold within that corridor. When Alessandro finally opened the door to return, a brilliant light spilled into the room. He squinted, allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness. Wrapped in warm arms, he felt Abril's comforting presence.
"Lessan, are you alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine," he replied, though he sensed her worry was deeper than he realized.
"I was very worried about you," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Alessandro thought Abril was exaggerating; after all, only moments had passed. "I don't think that much time has gone by, Aby."
"It's been there all day," she insisted.
"What?" Enora interjected, her brow furrowing.
"I believe time works differently there," Abril explained. "You experienced only a moment, but for us, hours have passed."
"Is it the same as in the land of the fairies?" Enora asked, intrigued.
"Not exactly. Inside, it feels as if time flows more slowly, while in the land of the fairies, it can move either quickly or slowly. It's hard to gauge how much time has truly passed."
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## A Queen's Warning
Enora moved toward the door, leading the way. Once alone, Alessandro embraced Abril, concern etched on his face.
"How did you fare inside?" she asked softly.
"Better than I expected," he said, a smile breaking through.
A servant interrupted their conversation, bowing slightly. "Please follow me to the palace of Princess Kiara."
Alessandro and Abril followed, flanked by guards. The servant led them through a beautiful garden adorned with silk ribbons of vibrant colors, tied to ivory columns, the air filled with the scent of blooming white flowers. In the center, near a tranquil fountain, Kiara and Lissana sat together, watching them approach.
Abril rushed forward, her heart swelling with joy. "My baby, my baby! You've been weaned."
"She has been well," Kiara assured her.
Abril gently caressed her daughter's cheek. "Thank you for taking care of my little one."
"Of course," Kiara replied with a warm smile.
But the peace of that moment was about to shatter. The next day, Enora summoned Abril to the garden, dressed in a stunning blue gown that accentuated her regal bearing. Abril had been adorned in a light white gown with jewels decorating her arms, hips, and hair—gifts from the queen.
"You look lovely," Enora remarked, her gaze flickering with a hint of bitterness. "But I must say, Sophia would have looked even better in it."
Abril chose not to take the bait. She wanted to ask about opening a portal to Cosset, to return home. But Enora had other matters to discuss.
"How is your daughter?" she inquired.
"She's fine," Abril answered, her heart swelling with pride.
"Safe?" Enora pressed.
"Yes, my daughter is beautiful!" Abril exclaimed, her voice filled with affection.
"So she may not have any issues?" Enora asked, her brow furrowing.
"Only a couple of times, but she's fine," Abril reassured her.
"It's good for now, but soon your magic will stop taking effect," Enora warned.
"What do you mean?" Abril asked, her heart racing.
"Your daughter has power, and her body is too small to contain it. If she loses control, she could die," Enora explained, her voice grave.
"What?! You're lying!" Abril gasped, panic rising within her.
"No, it's not a lie. Your daughter's power is immense, and while she has limits, they won't help her if she loses control," Enora said gently.
"She's fine! Don't let anything bad happen to her!" Abril pleaded, her voice trembling.
"If you want to save your daughter, you must go to the land of the fairies. There, time flows differently, and you might find a way to save her," Enora advised.
Abril felt her heart ache at the thought of separating from her daughter. The mere idea of being apart from Lissana was unbearable. She hugged her daughter tightly, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I understand you don't want to be separated from her, but if you truly love her, you must let her go. It's not easy, but what if your power spirals out of control?" Enora cautioned.
"I don't want to lose my daughter," Abril admitted, clinging to Lissana as if she could protect her from the world.
"There must be another way to save her. If you don't act soon, she could die," Enora urged. "It's better to separate from her for a time than to risk losing her forever, don't you think?"
A vision flickered through Abril's mind—a memory not yet formed, of Lissana as a beautiful girl with long hair and golden eyes, chasing a moth in a sunlit garden, Alessandro sharing in her joy. It felt like a lifetime ago.
"Can elves see the future?" Abril asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Why do you ask?" Enora replied, her gaze steady. "I can see that you've inherited your mother's ability to glimpse what's to come. My power is different; I can open portals to anywhere."
"What have you seen?" Abril pressed.
"Your daughter and your husband," Enora replied, her expression softening.
Abril caressed Lissana's cheek, her heart heavy. "She has six years, does that mean she will live until then?"
"I believe so. She must grow and stabilize herself by the time she reaches six," Enora said, her tone serious. "But she doesn't have the only chance to live. The only way is to return to the land of the fairies."
"If I do that, will she be okay?" Abril asked, her voice trembling with hope.
"I believe so," Enora replied.
"Then I'll go to their land with her," Abril declared, determination rising within her.
"I don't think there's a time when you can appear, one after another. You owe it to her," Enora cautioned.
"So you want me to hand my daughter over?" Abril asked, her heart sinking.
"You have a good friend, one who is willing to fight for your daughter. She would make a good guardian," Enora suggested.
"She cannot go to the third place," Abril protested.
"I'm just offering a suggestion. The decision is yours," Enora replied, her voice calm.
They both fell into silence, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily in the air. Finally, Abril broke the silence, her heart aching for Lissana. "Could you open a portal for us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
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## A Glimpse of Arkala
Enora led Abril to a high vantage point, a place from which they could see the entire kingdom of Arkala. She crossed a threshold and urged Abril to follow.
"Don't be afraid; it won't harm you. Just follow me."
Abril took a deep breath and crossed to the other side. The portal behind her closed, and she felt a surge of power as she stepped into the new realm.
"I can't keep it open for long," Enora said. "I will open it again when we leave. That's when your frightened expression will change."
Before her lay the kingdom of Arkala, more beautiful than she had imagined. She wished for more time to learn about every detail of this place. Yet, she had made the decision to leave, and there was no turning back.
The wind tousled her hair, and as she took in the view, she noticed a gold cameo glinting in the sunlight.
"What's that?" Abril asked, curiosity piqued.
Enora smiled. "It's a gift for you."
"Another gift from your majesty?" Abril replied, her heart swelling with gratitude.
"Yes," Enora said softly. "I thought you would enjoy seeing your mother's face."
Abril had only seen her mother in dreams, and the thought of finally being able to see her face filled her with joy. "Thank you so much for this beautiful gift."
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## The Keys of Hades
Meanwhile, Alessandro had entered the guardian's room once more. The first thing he saw was his mother's warm smile.
"There's no need for faith to believe," she said gently. "There are things left untouched."
"I'm here for that," he replied, feeling a familiar ache in his heart. Every time he saw her, it was as if she returned to offer him wise counsel. "It's about the keys of Hades. I possess one, but I don't know where the other is. Could you help me find it?"
"If you know where the loop is that opens the door to Hades, then you must not go there," she cautioned.
"Why not?" Alessandro asked, frustration creeping into his voice.
"Because the two keys cannot meet. They were separated for a reason. When they come together, darkness surrounds them, and those nearby are affected by it. So, do not seek Lessan; you won't find him in the darkness of the kingdom."
"But I could try to protect it..."
"The second key is very dangerous. It's better to leave it where it is."
"But..."
"Lessan, the doors of Hades will open regardless of what you do. It is written. What isn't written is the ending—what happens after they open. That is what you can change."
Alessandro clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Soleia placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer support. "Lessan, I'm sorry you feel this way. I know it's frustrating, but there are things we cannot avoid. They are necessary. Even if you try to alter your path, you will find another way. There's no use in bottling it up, for what will be, will be."
Alessandro fell silent, guilt washing over him for the loss of his family.
"Don't feel guilty for our dead, Lessan. Destiny is not something we can change, except for a few moments."
"There is an exception to opening the doors of Hades and unleashing all the demons that dwell within."
"That's it. When you reach the end of a world, that's when you can create something new. That's when you can forge your own path and challenge your destiny."
"I suppose there's nothing that can happen in these moments, then."
"No, in these moments, enjoy your family while you can and prepare for what comes next."
"So that's what I'll do."
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## Maya's Crossroads
Far away, Maya sat in the garden of her childhood home in Farell, basking in the sweet aroma of blooming roses. She closed her eyes, letting the warm breeze play with her hair, the songs of birds filling her ears.
"Maya, sweetheart," her father's voice called softly.
"Daddy, yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm enjoying this."
"The gardens of Alacio must be even more beautiful."
"Yes, but this one has something special. This one has you. Here, the roses are vibrant, and it seems like even the birds sing more beautifully."
Maya leaned against her father's side, a content smile on her face. But behind that smile, a storm was brewing. She had come to Farell with Barto seeking her priest—her father—for answers. The pixie's warning echoed in her mind: she must return to the land of the fairies or die.
"Father, I made the vow to serve the queen, and even I..." Maya hesitated, her voice trembling. "I thought I would be freed, but I was wrong. The bond that ties me to the fairy kingdom cannot be broken."
"What do you mean, Maya?" the priest asked, concern etched on his face.
"My strength is fading, Father. I must return to the fairies, or..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.
It took a few moments for the priest to process what Maya had said. Then, it felt as though a heavy blow had struck him. Minutes later, he felt as if he could breathe again, but it took even longer before he could articulate a response.
"Papa, I want to know if there is any way to save me without having to return to the land of the fairies. That's why I'm here. I'm not the first to leave the kingdom; there must be a way to sever my connection to them."
Ryan embraced her tightly, wishing he could shield her from the harsh realities of the world. "If there is a way to break the ties that bind you to the land of the fairies, I don't know it," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"But the daughter of the fairy kingdom, she left the realm..." Maya's voice was filled with hope.
"She only lived two years after leaving the land of the fairies. Her life among humans was very short," Ryan replied, his expression grave. "I know what illness she suffered from, and it's documented. She weakened until she died. You are half human, so I believe you might fare better, but it would still affect you in the fairy realm."
Ryan sat down, searching Maya's face for signs of hope. He could see the impact of his words, and he felt a pang of despair.
"My girl, for about a year now, I've been weak and sick. One day, a little girl appeared to me and told me I had to return to the land of the fairies to recover. If I denied it, I would die."
"Then you should go back," Ryan said, his voice firm but filled with concern.
Maya had denied herself countless times, refusing to accept the reality of returning to the fairy realm. But she had promised she wouldn't go back. Shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes, she replied, "I suppose I have no choice but to return."
It broke Ryan's heart to see his daughter crying. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I understand that you don't want to go back to that place, but I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find a way to sever your ties to the land of the fairies."
Maya wanted to tell her father that time was running out, that her life was slipping away day by day, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead, she cried like a little girl in her father's arms.
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## A Promise Beneath the Stars
Before her journey to Farell, there had been a night Maya would cherish forever—a night spent with Cassian on a tranquil lake. He had brought her there to watch the sunset, but as darkness fell, a starry sky stretched above them, a blanket of shimmering diamonds scattered across the night.
"The truth is, it's like you have thousands of diamonds shining over our heads and beneath us," Cassian said, his voice softening.
"Did you like it?" he asked, watching her with anticipation.
Maya nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, it delights me. This has been the best moment of my life. Thank you."
Cassian leaned in and kissed her gently. "I'm happy to see that you liked it."
"Do you see the head, the paws, and the tail?" he pointed to a group of stars to the left. "This is the swan. The wings stretch out on both sides, and the neck is the bow."
"And that one over there?" Maya asked, pointing to a star that seemed to shine brighter than the rest.
"That's the deer," Cassian murmured. "Mama's favorite. It's what sets it apart from the others. The deer always remains constant, just like our love. It's always there, always the first to rise. If you ever get lost, follow that star, and it will lead you home."
"Then I'll keep it in mind," Maya replied, a smile gracing her lips.
Cassian gently stroked her hair. "We should sleep here so we can watch the dawn. It must be beautiful."
"It is, but not tonight," Maya said, her voice laced with concern.
"Then only when you return," Maya suggested.
"Yes, I will return," Cassian promised.
"And we should also get married," she added suddenly.
Cassian stood up abruptly, nearly staggering. "Are you serious?!"
"Yes, when I return, I want to marry you," she replied, her tone earnest.
Cassian leaned closer, his voice low. "Of course I want that. It's what I desire most."
He had proposed to Maya countless times, but she had always rejected the idea, believing it was not necessary. Yet, now she felt differently.
"I want to be united with you in every way possible, and marriage is one of those ways. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life by your side," she declared.
"Do you really want that?" Cassian asked, his eyes searching hers. "You've always turned down marriage."
"I never thought I could get married. It wasn't something I considered necessary, but I've changed my mind," Maya confessed, her voice steady. "I want to be with you forever. If there's a next life, I would come to you and give you my life again."
"But you mustn't regret what you said," Cassian warned gently.
"I could never regret loving you," she replied, her gaze unwavering.
As Cassian watched her, he marveled at how deeply he loved her. He never imagined he could feel such an intense connection with someone.
But even in that perfect moment, the pixie appeared before Maya, its presence startling her. "Are you thinking about this human? What a fool," it teased.
"No, I don't think I can resign myself to losing the one I love," Maya replied defiantly.
"But if you don't return to the kingdom of the fairies, you'll find yourself lost. When the time comes, you will find a way to escape," the pixie insisted.
"But I have a promise to keep; I can't die."
"If you continue to refuse to return, you will only find death," the pixie warned.
Maya reached out to coax the pixie, but it vanished in an instant. She sighed, feeling the weight of the small nuisance.
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## The Weight of What Lies Ahead
As the chapter draws to a close, our characters stand at the precipice of monumental choices. Abril holds a cameo of her mother's face, a tangible connection to a past she never knew, while grappling with the terrifying truth that her daughter's power could consume her. Alessandro has been warned that the doors of Hades will open no matter what he does—but the ending, he can change. Maya has made a promise to marry Cassian, yet the fairy realm's claim on her grows stronger with each passing day. And somewhere in the shadows, the darkness is gathering, ready to swallow everything in its path.
The bonds of love, the weight of destiny, and the courage to forge one's own path—these are the threads that weave this intricate tapestry. And as the storm approaches, each of our heroes must decide: will they surrender to fate, or will they fight to write their own ending?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an emotionally charged chapter! The juxtaposition of tender romantic moments with the looming threat of darkness and loss created a powerful tension that kept me riveted from start to finish. Abril's journey—from learning about her mother's fierce love story to facing the terrifying possibility of losing Lissana—was absolutely heartbreaking. The scene where she clutches her daughter, tears brimming in her eyes, while Enora delivers the devastating news about her power... I felt every ounce of that maternal anguish.
The lake scene between Cassian and Maya was pure poetry. The imagery of the starry sky reflected on the water, the deer constellation as a symbol of constant love, and Maya's sudden marriage proposal—it was the kind of romantic moment that makes your heart flutter. Yet, the pixie's interruption served as a cruel reminder that their happiness is fragile, that the fairy realm's claim on Maya could tear them apart.
And Alessandro's journey through the guardian's realm, meeting Maximilian, and receiving his mother's cryptic warnings about the keys of Hades... the prophecy feels inescapable, yet the glimmer of hope that the ending can be changed is exactly what this story needs. I'm on the edge of my seat, desperately wanting to know how all these threads will converge.
This chapter deserves a solid **⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars** — it's a masterful blend of romance, prophecy, and emotional stakes that leaves readers hungry for more.
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## Next Chapter Prediction
With Lissana's dangerous power looming over them, I predict the next chapter will see Abril and Alessandro making the agonizing decision about their daughter's fate. Abril's determination to travel to the fairy realm with Lissana will likely collide with Alessandro's protective instincts and his promise to show her Arkala. Meanwhile, Maya's journey to Farell with Barto will bring her face to face with the priest's knowledge about her condition, and Cassian, left behind in the palace, may discover something crucial that could change everything. The warning about the keys of Hades suggests that the darkness is stirring, and I wouldn't be surprised if the threat manifests sooner than anyone expects—perhaps in a way that forces our heroes to unite before they're ready.
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