Chapter 51: chronicles of Sylvanoria ( I)

In a realm where magic intertwines with reality, Queen Liora's reckless touch of the dragon opens a portal, drawing her into an unknown destiny. Despite warnings echoing through the air, she ventures forth, a mindless passenger carried by a current of uncaring forces.

Emerging in a breathtaking castle, nature embraces every stone, and a vibrant festival unfolds. Nobles, royals, and commoners weave through the halls, each step a dance in celebration. Guards diligently scrutinize visitors, but Queen Liora, in a stroke of disbelief, passes by unnoticed, prompting her to question her ethereal existence.

"Am I a ghost?" she wonders, voice lost in the ambient revelry. "Or am I simply unseen, a phantom in this vibrant tapestry?"

Undeterred, she navigates the lively gathering, where greetings mingle with the symphony of laughter. Amidst the crowd, a shadowy corner reveals a lady, an eerie reflection of Queen Liora herself, with matching blonde hair and grey eyes. Suspicion lingers in her counterpart's gaze, a mysterious dance of recognition.

"What do you want?" the lady inquires, her eyes dissecting Queen Liora's every intention.

"Why do you see me?" Queen Liora counters, the air thickening with unspoken secrets.

"Saraphim!" Two young ladies rush forward, eager to embrace the mysterious twin, but the doppelgänger's gaze remains fixed on Queen Liora with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"How have you been?" the first lady politely asks.

"The palace is a bore; I despise it," saraphim admits, her discontent palpable.

Acknowledging their lapse in decorum, the ladies formally greet her as the emperor's wife. The revelation that it's the king's 90th birthday sets the stage for an unexpected turn as they lead her into a silent alcove.

"What is it?" Saraphim inquires, drawn into the enigma unfolding before her.

"This potion is potent, capable of drawing men closer. Use it discreetly to captivate the emperor, your being half-witch concealing it from demons and mages," the first lady reveals, as Saraphim, a mysterious character in her own right, collects and safeguards the elixir.

The scene takes an abrupt turn as an unseen threat materializes behind the ladies, causing them to vanish.Raven, a mysterious figure, emerges, labeling them as witches. Queen Liora, shocked to see her husband Adrain, exclaimed, "My king!" She moved to hug him, only to realize they were illusions. This suggested they had once lived on Earth and now found themselves reincarnated, their shared past echoing through the illusions. As the mirages dissipated, Queen Liora grappled with the profound implications of a past that transcended time and space.Saraphim, feigning ignorance, plays her part in this intricate dance of deception.

"They are witches," Raven declares, his romantic inquiry about Saraphim's well-being shrouded in suspicion.

"Oh my god, I had no idea," Saraphim pretends, her act convincing enough to divert attention.

"Are you not hurt?" Raven asks, his romantic demeanor belying a hidden agenda as he checks her body.

"I'm unharmed," she reassures, her eyes scanning for prying gazes.

Challenged by the secrecy of their rendezvous, Saraphim, in the guise of the emperor's wife, warns Raven of the risks, yet a mysterious connection lingers as she whispers into his ear, leaving him laughing romantically while watching her departure.

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