Chapter 486: Isadora's Dream

Chapter 486: Isadora's Dream

The room was charged with tension as Princess Isadora's eyes met Rosalind's. "I believe there's been some misunderstanding," Princess Isadora began with an edge to her voice, the weight of the royal crown pressing upon her thoughts. "The information I hold is of significant value..."

"Then share it with us all," Rosalind swiftly interjected, her gaze unyielding. "Alternatively, discuss it with the Duke. This isn't just gossip. It pertains directly to his matrimonial fate."

Princess Isadora squared her shoulders. "The Duke would never turn a deaf ear to my words. But I chose to confide in you out of regard for the present Duchess of the North," she declared, her voice echoing the pride of her royal lineage.

Rosalind, momentarily taken aback by the Princess's self-assured tone, quickly composed herself. "Very well," she replied, her voice now laced with a touch of ice. "I suggest you take this matter directly to the Duke. And rest assured, if he chooses you as his bride, I will depart from the north, leaving him at your side, forevermore." With that, Rosalind began to rise. "If there's nothing else to discuss..."

"But what if the nobility catches wind of this?" Princess Isadora pressed, her eyes searching Rosalind's for a hint of fear. "The King and Queen of Wugari and the other nobles of various Kingdoms won't hesitate to turn this revelation against both the Duke and the Duchess."

Rosalind leaned in, a sly grin playing on her lips. "And aren't you concerned? If Rakha is threatened by beasts once more, what if the Duke doesn't come to your rescue?" Satisfaction danced in her eyes as she watched the color drain from the Princess's face. "The Duke owes Rakha nothing. It's quite the contrary. I remember the days when he effortlessly warded off those creatures. Provoking such a man... that would be unwise."

The Princess was rendered speechless, her regal facade cracking. As Rosalind's smile broadened, she added, "Now, if we are indeed done here, I must rest. I have an important audience with the King tomorrow." Without waiting for any retort from the Princess, Rosalind gracefully exited the chamber, making her way to her own quarters.

As soon as she entered, Magda, her confidante, approached with concern. "Are you well?" This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"Well, there was that unfortunate mishap," Magda began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Princess Isadora was thrown from her horse during a ride. She was unconscious for several days. When she finally woke up, she immediately arranged for a grand banquet."

"Did something untoward happen this time?" Magda asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Nothing noteworthy," Rosalind replied with a slight shake of her head. She then issued a firm directive to her confidante. "Ensure that no further guests are admitted tonight, Magda. I need my rest." She had a meeting with the king the very next day and she needed to be at her best.

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As the hidden door creaked shut, a man stepped forth from the concealed chamber located deep within the Princess's study. "She declined your offer, as you had foreseen," he reported, a shadow of doubt clouding his eyes.

Rakha, her own kingdom, was the first to bear the brunt of the demonic invasion. She saw her father and brother slain in the ensuing chaos. In the midst of the nightmare, a knight spirited her away to the northern realm, seeking sanctuary at the Duke's estate. This dream encounter with the Duke and his people had birthed a strange familiarity in Isadora.

The cascade of tragedies continued. The mighty Aster Empire crumbled soon after Rakha's fall, followed by Raston and Dreaston. Each of the Seven Families succumbed, one after the other, to the demonic onslaught. Desperate to prevent this bleak future, Isadora knew she had to marry the Duke, the prophesied savior who would shield humanity from certain doom.

Closing her journal with a heavy sigh, Isadora grappled with the magnitude of her premonitions. As ludicrous as it might sound, the evidence was undeniable. The imminent eruption of the Howling Mountains was a clear harbinger of the impending disaster!

"I believe you are overly consumed by this dream" her brother's voice brought her back from her reverie. "It's not that I do not trust your judgment, but... marriage isn't something you decide on a whim. You have to"

"I will not discuss this further with you," Princess Isadora interrupted curtly. Her voice carried an uncharacteristic harshness. "I need solitude. Please, leave."

"Isadora" her brother's voice echoed with concern.

Summoning a semblance of calm, Isadora sighed. Normally, she wasn't this vulnerable, especially when perturbed. Since childhood, she had been taught to restrain her emotions, to mask any sign of weakness. But the terrifying images she had seen in her dream were not easily dismissed. "I need to rest, brother," she said, her voice softening to a whisper.

"Alright then, we will reconvene in the morning," the Prince conceded with a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, he exited the study, the wooden door clicking softly behind him. In the silence that followed, Isadora slumped in her chair, her eyes closed and the weight of sleeplessness etched into her delicate features.

It had been days, perhaps even weeks, since she last found respite in restful sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the vividness of those haunting dreams replayed, leaving her in a wakeful stupor. This constant barrage was taking a toll on her mental and emotional well-being. Yet, despite the strain, a realization gnawed at her core.

She was convinced that these dreams were not merely the meanderings of an overactive mind. They bore a purpose. After deep reflection, Isadora believed that some higher power or force had chosen her to witness these visions. It was a plea, a desperate call for intervention, urging her to alter the dire trajectory of the continent's future.

She needed to change the future!

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A/N: She should be dreaming about Rosalind's past. Like the things that happened after Rosalind died in her past life.