# Chapter 99: Spirits, Lonely Hearts, and the Gathering Storm
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 99 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" — a chapter brimming with secrets revealed, hearts aching in solitude, and political maneuvering that could determine the fate of an entire world. So settle in, because this chapter weaves together magic, longing, and dangerous alliances that will leave you breathless.
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## A Secret Beneath the Palace
The evening began innocently enough, with Abril walking alongside Tarik through the fairy palace. Their conversation carried a weight that Abril felt deep in her conscience — she was using Tarik, this young prince, to forge an alliance that could save their world. The guilt gnawed at her, but desperation had become her constant companion. If she could convince Tarik to reign alongside them, it would be their last option.
As they spoke, Abril couldn't help but warn him about the human queen. "You wouldn't want to get too close to that woman, Tarik."
Tarik, ever the noble soul, resisted. "Why not? She's the queen, and I don't believe her to be a bad person."
But Abril's cryptic warning hung in the air, a mystery Tarik couldn't unravel. Before the tension could deepen, Tarik changed course entirely. "Class will be something different," he said, his gaze shifting toward a shelf at the back of the room.
What followed was a descent into the unknown. A spiral staircase swallowed them into darkness, but as they descended, torches flickered to life, illuminating walls that seemed to breathe with ancient energy — only to fade as they moved forward. Tarik was spellbound. The place was so magnificent that he immediately thought of Lissana, wishing he could show her, though he doubted the queen would ever permit it.
They reached the end of a long corridor and paused before a vast chamber. A dome stretched overhead, filled with what appeared to be stars — thousands of them — with a long crescent moon suspended in the very center, casting an ethereal glow.
"Why are we here?" Tarik asked, curiosity igniting within him.
"There's something I want to show you. Something you can't see," Abril replied mysteriously.
The queen raised her fingers, and the star-like lights descended from the dome, floating around her like fireflies caught in an invisible breeze. They gathered close as she extended her hand to Tarik, inviting him into their radiant circle. Warmth enveloped him as they swarmed around his body — a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced.
"It's beautiful. What is it?" he asked, utterly captivated.
"They are spirits," she answered.
Tarik stepped back, startled. But Abril reassured him. "Don't be scared; they won't hurt you. These spirits lend you their power, in your weakness and in your strength." She extended her palm, and a small light hovered above it. With her other hand, she made a crushing gesture, and the light illuminated her entire body, shining so intensely that Tarik had to close his eyes. When he opened them again, her body glowed with a soft, ethereal luminescence.
"Now try it, Tarik."
He reached out, and one spirit settled on his hand, then another, covering his skin in gentle light. "You need to do it with a little more strength," she encouraged. The power surged through him like lightning, a brilliant light engulfing his entire being. Tarik felt electrified, as if every cell in his body had been awakened.
"That was incredible!" he exclaimed.
"These spirits lend you their power, filling you with strength. Remember, they sacrificed themselves so you could grow stronger. That's why you can only call upon them when necessary — when you find yourself without strength and need to protect your kingdom."
Abril's words carried the weight of a sacred trust. She raised her hand to her crown and whispered the most important warning: "Remember, this is our secret. You cannot tell anyone about this place, not even your priest."
Tarik nodded vigorously. "I won't say a word."
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## The Loneliness of a King
Meanwhile, back in Cosset, only one day had passed since Abril and Lissana had departed for the land of the fairies, but for Alessandro, it felt like an eternity. The solitude pressed down on him like an invisible weight. Before, when Abril had left with Lissana, he had always felt their shared suffering made the burden easier to bear. But this time, it was different. This time, he was utterly alone.
Gabriel found him in his office, still working far too late. "It's late; you should go and rest," he urged.
"I prefer to stay here and work," Alessandro replied stubbornly.
Their exchange was a familiar dance — Gabriel worrying, Alessandro resisting. But even Gabriel could see that the king was falling apart. Still, Alessandro refused to acknowledge it, burying himself in documents and duties, anything to escape the emptiness that haunted him.
When Gabriel finally left, the oppressive silence of the room closed in around Alessandro. He lay back on the bed, running his hand over the spot where Abril used to sleep. "You've just gone away. Whenever you leave, you leave me alone. Your absence echoes in my life and in my heart. I hope to see you again, my beloved."
He opened his mind to communicate with Abril and Lissana, and for a brief, precious moment, the connection was made. Their voices filled the void. Lissana bubbled with excitement, telling him about practicing with her mother. They spoke of flying, of seeing each other again, and for that fleeting moment, Alessandro felt whole.
But the connection broke, and he found himself staring into a mirror that reflected the cold moonlight. That night, nightmares came — as they always did when his loved ones were far away. He woke in a cold sweat, gasping for air, and fled to the garden, desperately hoping the portal to the fairy realm might open. It didn't. The tree remained stubbornly closed.
The next morning, Gabriel found the king still working, his face drawn with exhaustion. "Haven't you gone to sleep?"
"I tried, but I couldn't. When I don't have Aby around, when I don't have Lissana, the nightmares return."
This was the second night without sleep, and Gabriel feared for his king's health. He suggested Princess Kiara, who was staying in the palace, might help. Reluctantly, Alessandro agreed to seek her out — but even as he did, he continued working through the day, losing track of time entirely.
Gabriel took matters into his own hands and sought out Kiara himself. When he entered her room, she immediately noticed his weary appearance. Kiara understood the weight of a king's responsibilities — how a cloudy mind could lead to ruinous decisions. She offered to help Alessandro sleep, to ward off the nightmares that plagued him.
"I'll help you sleep. You won't have nightmares tonight."
When Kiara approached Alessandro, she placed a finger to her lips. "They're good. Just relax, and maybe they'll leave you in peace." The moment she touched him, Alessandro closed his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
Outside, Gabriel waited anxiously. Kiara explained the source of the king's nightmares — they began when his brothers killed each other and King Venobich during the war. He always blamed himself for it. Only the queen's presence had ever been able to quiet those ghosts, but with her gone, they returned with a vengeance.
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## Growing Pains in Fairyland
Months passed in the land of the fairies, where time flowed differently. Lissana grew day by day, but Tarik drifted further away, barely aware of the dangers that surrounded them.
When Lissana turned seven, Tarik began spending more and more time away from her. Every time she asked him to stay, his answer was the same: "Lissana, I'm busy with my studies." By the time she reached nine, the rift between them had become a wound in her young heart. It hurt to see Tarik surrounded by beautiful, flirtatious fairies — and to feel herself left behind.
One day, Tarik took Lissana to see the ancient tree in the glade, its blue leaves signaling the coming of winter. She gathered her courage and asked the question that had been burning inside her. "Tarik, is that what friends are for?"
"I suppose so, Lissana. You are my precious friend," he replied — but there was uncertainty in his voice.
"You're a liar," she shot back, crossing her arms. "Then why don't you treat me like your precious friend? Since you returned from the king, you haven't been the same."
"When people grow, they also change, Lissana."
She looked at him — really looked. He was so much taller now, his shoulders broader, his voice deeper. "You've changed so much that when I see you, I hardly recognize you anymore. I haven't seen my friend in ages."
What followed was a conversation that revealed the painful truth of growing up — old friends change, promises become harder to keep, and sometimes love is the very thing that drifts away. Tarik promised to try to spend more time with her, but the interruption came all too soon. "Prince, the queen has requested to see you."
He left her with a simple goodbye, and Lissana whispered to herself, "You must always be strong."
When Lissana returned to her mother, her heart was heavy. Abril listened patiently, understanding that Tarik was entering adolescence and naturally drawn to girls his own age. But Lissana clung to the promise they had made — to always be together.
"That's a difficult promise to keep, Lissana. We're all dreaming. Someday, we might return to being human."
"Don't you want to go back home? Don't you want to see Papa again?" Lissana asked.
"Of course I do. I miss him so much." Abril's voice carried the weight of a love that spanned worlds. "And he misses us just as much. No matter how beautiful this place is, it's not our home. We must return. Your father is waiting for us, and you can't rely on friends to fill the void when you're apart."
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## New Allies, Old Games
Back in Cosset, invitations had been sent across the kingdoms, and responses began to arrive. Everyone agreed to meet in the kingdom of Cosset, where the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. A week before the gathering, the kingdom of Battet arrived with Prince Calum and his sister Sefora, laden with gifts and grand introductions.
"Prince Calum Donvert of the kingdom of Battet salutes His Majesty King Alessandro Veriatte of Cosset."
"Where is the queen? I haven't seen her," Calum inquired, but Alessandro's answer — that his wife was away — brought visible disappointment.
Princess Sefora, however, was far more forward. She cast flirtatious glances at Alessandro, leaning close, trying to capture his attention. When Gabriel led them to their rooms, she asked if the king had concubines. When Gabriel explained that he had only one wife, Sefora dismissed the notion entirely. "A king should not have just one wife. Monogamy is for commoners and nobles, not for royalty."
Gabriel understood her game — the kingdom of Battet was sending its princess to become Alessandro's concubine. But Alessandro was resolute. "I cannot make such a decision while the queen is away. I would rather express how much I love my wife and that I will never take another."
The next day, Sefora began appearing wherever Alessandro happened to be, manufacturing "coincidental" encounters. Each time, he politely declined, citing his busy schedule. But Sefora's persistence only grew.
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## A Princess Who Holds Her Own
Emissaries from the kingdom of Xurt arrived soon after — chests of jewelry and a striking young woman with dark skin, tall stature, brown hair, and gray eyes. Elisha Lombart, hereditary princess of Xurt, performed an elegant bow and presented herself with quiet confidence.
She was no fool. She asked directly about the monsters attacking Cosset, eager to know the truth of the danger. But she also had no designs on Alessandro — her questions turned to Prince Cassian, and when she learned he was married, she sighed with theatrical disappointment.
Gabriel kept a careful watch on all their guests, understanding that alliances were never given freely — they were negotiated, earned, and sometimes purchased with lies.
That evening, Alessandro encountered Sefora in the corridors once again. She was shameless in her pursuit, offering to give him a massage, inviting herself to his chambers. But his response was ice-cold. "The only woman I share my bed with is the queen. I have no intention of cheating on my wife, and I have no interest in you."
"Circumstances change, and I'm sure you will soon reconsider," she challenged.
"I don't think so. Good night, Princess Sefora."
From a distance, Kiara watched the exchange, her heart racing with a mix of pride and concern for the man who carried so much weight alone.
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## A Night of Passion and Regret
Later, in a moonlit garden, Enzo — now king of Laios — encountered Elisha. There was history between them, a broken promise of an arranged marriage that had dissolved when the king of Xurt died. Now, with both of them unattached, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
Their conversation was raw and direct. Elisha admitted she had come to see him. Enzo admitted she had become even more beautiful. But Elisha was a practical woman — she was looking for a husband, someone who would stand by her side, and Enzo was a king with responsibilities that would forever come before her.
"This is a rejection," Enzo said, his expression shifting.
"Yes, because I am looking for a husband. I'm not the only one who wants to take me to the grave. As long as he spends time with me, it's useless." But then her expression softened. "Even if it's useless, I think I want to spend some time with you. Do you still want that?"
Enzo's heart was conflicted, but he couldn't deny the pull between them. They walked through the garden, parting with a promise to dine together soon.
That dinner led to wine, and wine led to weakness. "Then let's go to my room. I have some delicious wine; let's share a bottle," Elisha proposed.
Enzo knew it wasn't wise. But he accepted anyway. In her room, the pretense melted away. They kissed, half-naked, wrapped in the whirlwind of their desire. For two people who knew they could never truly be together, they gave in to the moment completely.
The next morning, Enzo returned to Laios, leaving behind his sword and dagger — weapons imbued with light magic — along with a note: "Even though I couldn't say it, I give you my sword and my dagger. These weapons are imbued with light magic; be careful with them and return them when we see each other again."
Elisha examined the magnificent weapons, a smile spreading across her face. "Take care of yourself, for I promise to return," she vowed.
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## The Meeting of Kingdoms
The day of the meeting arrived. Representatives from Vania, Sator, Elfrin, Battet, and Xurt gathered around a large round table — no distinctions of rank, just equal voices facing a common threat.
Alessandro began, his voice grave. "Many of you have heard that Laios and Cosset are facing monsters. This darkness will consume our world if we don't unite."
"The monsters that attacked us emerged from a place that will unleash Hades once again," he continued. "If they are allowed to roam free, it will be even worse."
But Prince Lion of Vania was skeptical. "This sounds like a fictional tale, Your Majesty. Why should we believe in your words and trust our armies to Cosset?"
Enzo stepped in, lending his credibility. "The monsters born from darkness are demons from the depths of hell. I believe King Alessandro when he says that conventional weapons will not defeat them. Only weapons blessed with light can kill them — and that blessing is something my sister Abril, the queen of Cosset, possesses."
Then Kiara revealed her lineage: "I am Kiara Babette, cousin of Abril Venobich, queen of Cosset, daughter of the elf queen of the kingdom of Arkala."
The princes laughed, dismissing her claim as fantasy. But Kiara stood firm. "Every story hides a grain of truth. The elves have kept themselves hidden, but I don't want to decide that we don't exist."
Silence fell. Then Elisha stepped forward. "The kingdom of Xurt will unite with the kingdom of Cosset." She glanced at Enzo. "And the kingdom of Laios will fight on our side against the darkness. If someone doesn't believe it, let them listen."
Prince Damian of Elfrin followed. "The kingdom of Elfrin will unite and help in this fight against the darkness."
Not all kingdoms were convinced — but two had pledged their allegiance. Alessandro felt a surge of hope.
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## A Love Story of Goodbye
And then, in a quieter corner of this vast narrative, a heart-wrenching love story played out. Cira — the lost princess, the one consumed by darkness — had returned to Hans one last time.
"I love you, Hans. Even if I never say it, I truly love you. You are the only one I've ever been allowed to love," she confessed, brushing her fingers through his golden hair.
A tear rolled down Hans's cheek, and she wiped it away. "You're such a crybaby, a soft-hearted fool. But perhaps this is exactly what I fell in love with."
They embraced, dancing in a moment stolen from fate. "Maybe this is the last time we see each other. Today, I want to be yours."
Hans protested — they had promised to wait. But Cira's time was running out. "These moments are precious, and I want to spend them with you. I want to live with you. Don't hold me back, Hans. These are my last moments."
She gave herself to him completely — her body, her heart, her soul — and for one fleeting, beautiful moment, she was free from the darkness that had claimed her.
When morning came, Cira slipped away while Hans still slept. She pressed a kiss to his lips and whispered her final goodbye: "Goodbye, Hans. I hope we don't meet again, for I will no longer be myself."
Hans woke to an empty room, his beloved gone for the second time. The grief was almost too much to bear. He spent his days in a fog, wondering if the vision of her had been real at all. But then —
"Princess Cira is here," someone announced.
"WHAT?! She attacked the kingdom?!"
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was an emotional rollercoaster from beginning to end. The reveal of the spirit room in the fairy palace was absolutely magical, and watching Tarik grow into his power alongside Lissana's quiet heartbreak over their changing relationship was both beautiful and bittersweet. Alessandro's loneliness struck a deep chord — his love for Abril and Lissana is so palpable that his suffering becomes almost tangible. And the political intrigue of the alliance meeting was masterfully woven, with Elisha emerging as a standout character — fierce, practical, and secretly romantic. The farewell between Cira and Hans was devastatingly beautiful, and Enzo's complicated feelings for Elisha add a fascinating layer of complexity. The chapter ends on a spine-tingling cliffhanger: Cira at the kingdom gates!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
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## Next Chapter Prediction
With Cira appearing at the kingdom's doorstep, the next chapter promises an emotional and dangerous confrontation. Will Hans have the strength to face the woman he loves — knowing she has been consumed by darkness? Or will Cira's last shred of humanity recognize him and hold back the inevitable attack? Meanwhile, with the alliances being forged and Enzo's weapons in Elisha's hands, the stage is set for a massive confrontation with the forces of Hades. But first, they must survive the threat of Cira — which could be the beginning of a war none of them are truly prepared for.
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