Chapter 223 Mother's Chat

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Chapter 223 Mother's Chat

AYLETH

Ayleth's chest when cold when she saw that thing, and the memories rushed back to her—her mother had woken her in the darkest hours of the night, taken her from her bed, to a cold, damp chamber somewhere under the castle, where Ayleth had shivered and cried as the ritual was performed on an altar not unlike the one beside her. New novel chapters are published on

The memories flashed through her head in a blink as she snapped her eyes up to meet her mother's.

"Why did you bring that?" she asked, her voice breathless and hushed.

"Because I told you, Ayleth, I would never allow you to be tortured or harmed by our enemies. I would never allow them to steal you and hurt you—"

"No one is hurting me mother."

"I'm glad that you've remained safe so far, but they stole you from us and brought you here. Now I will steal you back and bring you home."

"Mother, no, Etan is my—"

"Ayleth, I know this man has a hold on you, but you will see much more clearly when you are out of his grip. Now, we must pay our respects to the Goddess first, then I will take you—"

"Mother, listen to me," Ayleth said, fisting her hands and fixing her mother with a glare that she knew mimicked her mother's own fierce stare when she was displeased. "I am not leaving. Etan is my husband. I am staying here—but if you don't believe me, please... come sit at the negotiation table. The Peace Accord still holds if we allow it. We all want peace. Etan will rule Summitras, I will rule Zenithra—we can make this world bigger and better, but together! You have taken his parents, let that be enough. Let us make peace now, between both Kingdoms."

"He is so much more than that. He is no savage. You lied to me—about him and his family, and about this Kingdom. He is intelligent and courageous and he loves me—"

"You know nothing of love!"

"True love, mother," Ayleth hissed, stepping right up into her mother's chest. "The kind that people sacrifice their own desires to give—not take. To give of themselves, even when it costs!"

Her mother sneered again. "The kind of trembling emotion that weakens you and turns you, Ayleth, you—a strong, fierce warrior into this... shrinking damsel?"

She waved her hand at Ayleth as if to shoo a fly.

"I am no damsel," Ayleth growled.

"Only because you are nothing at all, but a receptacle for this man's seed."

"What did you say?" Ayleth hissed.

"You heard me. I have never been so disappointed... so furious in my entire life. Twenty years of raising you, culturing you, growing you, indulging you and this is what I get for it?"

Ayleth gaped. "A daughter who wants peace for all, who loves her husband and who would forgive you for killing his parents?! That disappoints you?"

"Yes," her mother snapped. "Because that woman lacks ambition, lacks power. She has given everything to the man and sits on his knee in her pretty skirts expecting to be taken care of."