Chapter 189: Fate
Jerking her chin toward Lorelai, she gave him a slight nudge forward, walking beside him as he approached his wife.
Rhaegar knelt before Lorelai, his amber eyes blurred with the weight of tears. She lay motionless, fragile and pale, her strength seemingly spent. In this moment, she looked so small, so vulnerable, and yet he couldn’t forget the immense courage and power she had displayed.
How had someone so delicate endured so much?
"So," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking as he stared down at her, "how in the world did you do this?"
Rhaegar glanced at Naveen, whose piercing blue eyes remained fixed on Lorelai’s serene face. The witch let out a long sigh, as though bracing herself for the explanation ahead.
"I can hardly believe I agreed to this," she began, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. "Turns out your wife is quite the daredevil."
Rhaegar wiped his bloodied hands on his robe, then gently brushed the back of his hand over Lorelai’s cold cheek. Her stillness was unnerving, but he remained silent, urging Naveen to continue.
"What she said about her mother’s findings was true," Naveen explained. "Once Lorelai broke Althea’s spells, all the memories she had forgotten came flooding back, and everything fell into place. The blood of the witch’s descendant, the blood of the beast, and the blood of the one chosen by fate... Do you know what the last part means?"
Rhaegar frowned, his voice low and distracted. "Doesn’t it refer to the fated mates myth?"