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Theo stormed out of the room, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and despair. His mother's words echoed in his mind, a bitter reminder of the twisted web of lies and manipulation that had ensnared him for so long. The cold corridors of the palace offered no solace as he strode through them, each step heavy with the weight of memories he wished he could forget.
He reached the palace chapel, a place that had once brought him peace but now only deepened his turmoil. Theo fell to his knees before the altar, his hands clasped together in desperate prayer. "God, forgive me," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Forgive her. Show us the way. How did it come to this?"
His mind replayed the haunting memories he had tried so hard to forget—the day Axel, his beloved brother, had been shot with a laced arrow. Theo had been there, helplessly watching as Axel's life hung in the balance. Theo remembered how he had begged his mother, Empress Lamaine, to stop her madness, to end the cycle of destruction she had set in motion.
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"Mother, please," Theo had pleaded, his voice breaking as he clutched her arm. "Stop this before it's too late. Axel is your son—my brother. Don't do this."
But Empress Lamaine's eyes had been cold, her gaze unyielding as she stared down at Theo with a twisted sense of purpose. "Axel is not my son. This is for you, Theo," she had said, her voice eerily calm. "Everything I do is for you. Can't you see that? You are the future. You are my legacy."
Theo had felt a chill run down his spine as she spoke, her words laced with a dark obsession that he couldn't understand. But there had been no reasoning with her, no breaking through the wall of delusion that she had built around herself. In her mind, everything she did was justified, all in the name of her love for him.
"Mother, this isn't love," Theo had tried to reason with her, his desperation growing as he saw the madness in her eyes. "This is madness. Please, stop."
Then, in a moment that still haunted Theo, she had drugged him, forcing him into a haze of confusion and compliance. He remembered the sickening sensation of losing control over his own body, the world spinning as his mother's voice echoed in his ears. It was then that Heather had appeared, summoned by Empress Lamaine, and the two women had exchanged knowing glances, sealing a pact that would change the course of their lives forever.
Theo had been powerless to stop it, trapped in the grip of his mother's manipulation. Empress Lamaine had defended her actions with cold logic, insisting that the child growing within Heather was his, that the boy was the true heir to the throne. "His blood is your blood, Theo," she had whispered, her tone almost reverent. "Your lineage, your legacy, will live on through him."
But Theo had never believed it. He couldn't bring himself to accept that this child, born of deceit and treachery, was truly his. The thought filled him with a deep, gnawing disgust, a sense of violation that ran deeper than any physical wound.
Theo found himself questioning everything. His mother, the woman who had brought him into this world, had become a monster in his eyes. Her obsessive love had twisted into something unrecognizable, something dark and destructive.
[end of flashback]
"God, forgive me," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Forgive me for what I've become. Forgive me for being too weak to stop her."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered Axel, his brother who had always been stronger, braver, and more resilient. Axel, who had suffered because of their mother's schemes. Axel, who might never know the full extent of the betrayal that had been wrought in his name.
Theo bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He didn't know how to make things right, how to undo the damage that had been done. But in that moment, he knew one thing with certainty—he could no longer be his mother's pawn. He had to break free from the chains she had wrapped around him, no matter the cost.
As Theo knelt in the quiet solitude of the chapel, seeking solace in the presence of the divine, the weight of his burdens pressing down on him, his heart ached with the torment of his inner conflict. He whispered his desperate prayers, hoping for some measure of clarity or peace in the midst of the chaos that had overtaken his life.
But while Theo sought redemption in the chapel, Empress Lamaine was already setting her next plan into motion. Unyielding in her pursuit of control, she could not afford to let her son stray too far from her grasp. The emotions she had seen in his eyes earlier—rage, confusion, and defiance—were dangerous, unpredictable, and they threatened to unravel everything she had so carefully constructed.
With a steely resolve, she summoned one of her most trusted guards, a man who had long been loyal to her and her alone. As he stood before her, his posture rigid and respectful, she gave him a simple but chilling command.
"Find the drug," she said, her voice cold and authoritative. "The same one that put him to sleep before. Administer it to Prince Theo. He cannot be allowed to act on his misguided feelings."
The guard, well-versed in the dark tasks assigned to him by the Empress, nodded without hesitation. He knew exactly what she was asking for and how to carry it out. With a swift bow, he left her presence, his footsteps echoing in the halls as he moved to fulfill her orders.
Back in the chapel, Theo remained unaware of the danger closing in on him. Theo continued to pray.
The guard moved quickly and efficiently, retrieving the vial of the potent drug from a hidden stash within the palace. He prepared the dose with precision, knowing that the Empress would tolerate no mistakes. This drug had been used before, to cloud Theo's mind, to make him pliable and obedient—a puppet in his mother's twisted play.
As the guard approached the chapel, he slipped into the shadows, watching Theo from a distance. The prince was still deep in prayer, oblivious to the danger that was about to strike. With careful, silent steps, the guard moved closer, his hand tightening around the vial.
With a swift, practiced motion, the guard administered the drug, pressing a soaked cloth over Theo's mouth and nose. Theo struggled, his eyes widening in shock and panic, but the effects of the drug were immediate and overwhelming. His vision blurred, his limbs grew heavy, and his thoughts became a tangled web of confusion.
As Theo's body slumped to the floor, the guard caught him, ensuring that the prince didn't injure himself.
And so, Theo's desperate search for redemption was cut short, his prayers left unanswered as the darkness of his mother's machinations once again closed in around him. The chapel, once a place of sanctuary, now held the silent witness to yet another act of betrayal in the name of power.