I Got Married to a Yandere Queen-Chapter 50 - 49 - The Truth in Twilight

Mira, who had been standing beside them all this time, could only watch the two of them with a blank stare. As if her presence meant nothing, as if the world belonged only to the pair now silently gazing at each other. They stood so close, drowned in emotions she couldn’t begin to understand, making the bustle of the city around them feel distant and irrelevant.

And yet, people were still passing by. The sounds of footsteps, soft conversations, and the scent of food from stalls along the square were still there. But to Riven and Ashtoria, it was as if all of it had vanished.

Mira had thought about interrupting—saying something, maybe even joking like she usually would—but she could feel the tension lingering in the air. Something serious, something deeply personal was happening between them. And for the first time, she chose not to interfere.

With a quiet movement, she averted her eyes and spotted a wooden bench not far from where they stood. She walked over and sat down slowly, letting out a soft sigh from exhaustion. Her legs ached from walking and standing too long, but that fatigue was now forgotten—replaced by a curiosity she couldn’t ignore.

From the bench, Mira watched them both with a deep, intrigued gaze and a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

The smile of someone who realized... she was witnessing something rare.

Something that would change everything.

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Riven felt that the answer he gave earlier had already made his stance clear. But when he saw the look in Ashtoria’s eyes—sharp, demanding, yet hiding a pain he couldn’t grasp—he knew it wasn’t enough.

So, he repeated himself, this time more plainly.

"I don’t know," he said calmly. "I’ve never met her in person. How could I judge someone’s character just from stories? I don’t want to condemn anyone based on vague rumors passed around inns and marketplaces."

He watched her closely.

Those words didn’t directly answer her... but they seemed to chip away at the wall of unease in her heart.

Ashtoria looked away for a moment, as if weighing something in her thoughts. Her voice came out low, but filled with real unease.

"What if... what if the rumors are true? What if she really did kill people as she pleased?" she asked, her tone less about a distant queen, and more about herself.

Riven didn’t hesitate. He met her blood-red eyes and spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Then the question should be: who were the people she killed? This world is full of rotten humans, Anna. Many of them deserve to die. So tell me... do you think they deserved it?"

The words hit Ashtoria like a silent storm.

That question didn’t just touch her ears—it slipped into her memories, into wounds that had never healed. The people she had eliminated. The blood she had spilled. The screams that once rang clearly but now only echoed faintly in her head. And now, this man was asking—almost giving her the right to decide... if it had all been justified.

Ashtoria’s hand, which had been gripping Riven’s collar, slowly loosened. Her gaze began to falter. She looked down, lips slightly parted but unable to speak. And without realizing it, she buried her face into Riven’s chest—as if the burden she had carried for so long had finally become too much to bear alone.

Riven said nothing. He could feel her breath—hot and trembling—against his chest. He could sense how fragile this woman, who appeared so strong, truly was. He wanted to hold her—wrap that small frame in the comfort of his arms. Wanted to touch her soft, blood-red hair...

But he held himself back.

He knew how complicated her emotions were. And more than that—he understood how delicate the thread between them had become. Too many secrets. And yet... too many feelings neither of them fully understood.

Suddenly, Ashtoria looked up, her crimson eyes now wet. The shine in them wasn’t just emotion—it was something far deeper, something she had never allowed to surface. Her voice trembled, every word like a shard of pain long hidden away.

"What would you think... if they threw stones at her?"

Riven didn’t move.

"What if they called her a monster?" she continued, more softly. "What if they locked her away... and never gave her food? What if... they whipped her every day, just to see her in pain?"

Riven could only look at her. His chest tightened with every word that left her lips.

Ashtoria pressed on, her crimson eyes locking with his, as if demanding he feel what she had felt.

"What if... all they wanted was to hate her? They wanted her to die... but before that, they wanted to see her crumble. Suffer... alone."

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but every word rang loud inside Riven’s head.

She asked once more, softer than before, as if afraid of the answer.

"Do you think people like that deserve to die?"

Riven was speechless for a moment. Not because he lacked an answer—but because his entire body tensed up. Anger, sorrow, confusion—all crashed into him at once.

His mind flashed to the woman’s body he had seen—scarred with old wounds, cuts, lash marks... and suddenly, his fury surged. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding softly without him noticing.

’Is that what you went through, Ashtoria?’ he thought, heart thundering.

Before he could think any further, his body moved on its own.

Riven pulled her into his arms—tight, protective, driven by something he couldn’t name. He slipped a hand behind her head, gently stroking her crimson hair, as if trying to erase memories he could never see.

His voice came out low, but firm. A simple sentence, spoken from deep within, without hesitation or doubt.

"If you believe they deserved to die... then every single one of them deserved it."

Ashtoria froze in his embrace.

Those words... simple as they were, spread through her like fire, straight to the heart. Her breath caught, her body trembling—not from fear, but from a heartbeat that suddenly pounded louder than ever.

So loud... she feared he might hear it.

So loud... it scared her.

No one had ever said that to her. Not with warmth. Not with a voice like this. Not while holding her like something precious... something human.

Ashtoria didn’t know how to respond. She only knew one thing, she didn’t want to let go of this embrace. Not now. Not anytime soon.

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#Sorry guys, just one Chapter for today. I’ve been busy editing the first 20 Chapters 😅

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