Chapter 184: Distress Nyss
Chapter 184: Distress Nyss
At another part of the Royal Capital, within the beautiful and subtly imposing Blackwell Estate, Nyss sat quietly in her elegantly decorated room.
Gentle moonlight streamed softly through the intricate lace curtains, bathing the room in tranquil silver hues.
Yet Nyss herself, seated at her desk by the window, seemed disconnected from her serene surroundings. Her normally composed obsidian eyes flickered restlessly, reflecting deep internal turmoil.
She gazed absently toward the star-strewn night sky, yet her thoughts remained fixed on a single troubling event—Orion’s sudden collapse at the academy.
Her heart clenched uncomfortably as she recalled Elias’s solemn report earlier. The news had deeply shaken her, awakening old fears she’d long tried to suppress.
“Is it happening again…?” Nyss whispered softly, her voice trembling faintly with dread. Her delicate fingers clenched into tight fists atop her lap, knuckles whitening subtly. “Is my curse really affecting those around me again?”
Just then, a gentle knock echoed quietly against her chamber’s ornate wooden door, breaking Nyss from her troubled reverie.
Quickly sitting up and smoothing out her soft, silken robes, she called out in her calm, composed voice, despite the lingering anxiety she felt. “Come in.”
The door opened softly, and the gentle figure of Ysara Blackwell—the Duchess herself—stepped gracefully into the room. Her dignified bearing and refined elegance contrasted starkly with the deep, maternal warmth that filled her eyes upon seeing Nyss.
Ysara smiled warmly, her gaze gentle yet deeply perceptive as she carefully approached her niece. “Nyss, my dear, are you alright? You’ve seemed troubled since returning from the academy today.”
Nyss hesitated momentarily, struggling briefly with the intense emotions swirling within her. Yet seeing the genuine concern in Ysara’s gaze, Nyss felt her resistance slowly crumble, replaced by an instinctive trust and vulnerability.