Chapter 146: Marianne’s murderer
"Marianne?" Noor inquired, not caring who Anastasia was referring to.
"Maxwell’s concubine, the one who died the evening the king was murdered," Anastasia explained, her anxiety evident and her heartbeat slowing as she awaited a response. She observed a shift in the woman’s gaze, the look in her eye changing to something menacing.
Noor, whose eyes remained fixed on Anastasia, watched the young girl before inquiring, "A friend of yours, was she? I had even forgotten about her until you brought her up. Insignificant individuals tend to fade away from memory, don’t they? That’s just the way life is, transforming you into something people no longer remember. It is unfortunate for her that she happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and I had to dispose of her."
"It hurts, doesn’t it?" Noor questioned her.
"I will kill you," Anastasia threatened the woman, her anger fueled by the lack of sympathy she had for her sister’s death. All this while... She had been friends with the person who had taken her sister’s life. She had killed Marianne...
"I would have killed you by now, but I have been ordered to keep you alive, at least until the transaction concludes," Noor said with a tone of indifference, as if unfazed by Anastasia’s threat. "You forget that you are the one who is tied up here, and all it would take for me is a swift slice across your pretty neck." She pulled out a small, sharp dagger, poised and ready to spill blood.
Anastasia had sworn to avenge her sister and to one day catch the murderer who had taken her life. Even though she wasn’t a violent person, she was ready to mete out the same fate to the murderer that her sister had experienced. The memory of the blood that had pooled around Marianne, which haunted her most nights, remained etched in her mind.
"Marianne was innocent," Anastasia said, her hands clenched into tight fists. "She was a victim of the palace, of this kingdom—"
"And now you are marrying into the very family that made her a victim. Ironic, isn’t it?" Noor countered, her lips curving into a twisted smile.