Chapter 47 - 46 - Fragment of a Broken Truth
Riven glanced at Ashtoria, who remained silent, her face cold and expressionless. Yet beneath that calm facade, he knew—she was listening.
His thoughts began to spiral, drawn into a whirlwind of questions.
So... the figure he had seen from afar on that chaotic battlefield—the indistinct silhouette cloaked in smoke and flame, walking alone amidst the charred and broken remains of the Arkham forces—the one who had plunged an entire army into despair... was that truly the Queen of Belmore?
The mad queen everyone talked about?
And the woman now sitting in front of him—the beautiful woman he had first found unconscious and severely wounded, the one pursued by Arkham infiltrators who had called her the reincarnation of destruction...
If what those men had said was true—that everyone inside the fortress was dead—then this woman must have been the sole survivor. She had claimed to be a noble from within the fortress...
Suddenly, Riven shook his head slightly, barely aware he was doing it. A faint, bitter laugh echoed inside him.
No way.
There was no way this woman... was a queen.
The very idea was absurd.
He was just a poor man who scavenged weapons from the battlefield. She—despite her mystery and strength—couldn’t possibly be royalty. A disguise, maybe. But a queen? A deranged ruler?