Chapter 48: Existence of the soulmate
Music Recommendation: Golden glass- Johannes Lehniger
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As Dante stared at the wilted rose, thoughts raced through his mind, and his jaws clenched.
Was it the ember of the deceased woman that had initiated his Crux? Dante’s eyes narrowed further, and he murmured,
"That can’t be right."
That was because many months before the courtesan had become Maxwell’s concubine, she had been sent to his room by his family. He remembered the night clearly, as it was the same night the physician mentioned that his mother didn’t have many days left to live.
To gain his attention, the woman had placed her hand on his wrist, which resulted in him drawing his dagger. Ready to slit her throat for her actions when he was already in a foul mood.
’Please don’t kill me! I have someone who needs me!!’ The courtesan had quickly begged for her life. ’I was only following orders!’
When he retracted his dagger, the courtesan had bolted out of his room, never appearing anywhere near him again.
Dante believed the woman had nothing to do with his Crux. Though it had turned glaringly obvious only a few minutes ago, his hands had bothered him since this morning. He had come across many people since he had woken up, not to mention the guests in the palace who had been living here for a few days since Queen Sophia’s birthday celebration.
But could it be possible... that it wasn’t a random trigger but one which had begun because of his soulmate?