Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 224
CAS SANDRA
I knew my statement was blint and honestly, quite bold to blurt out, but I couldn’t stop myself. I still had no idea if Rona could be trusted, but I supposed I had no other choice. I needed someone on my side who could curb Kaleb’s power, and Ronald appeared to be my only option. As a sorcerer, the king’s cousin was immensely talented. He could be the key I needed to make it out of this intact.
I opted not to tell Ronald what Kaleb had mentioned about the milisman. I didn’t quite believe what the king of Yurene had said because it sounded far crazier than anything I could accept, but on the other hand, something in my gut told me not to bring it up. If Kaleb was correct and the talisman had something to do with me, being utterly frank with Ronald could be dangerous
Ronald stared at me for a moment with an expression that was both full of awe and concern. He raised a dark eyebrow at me and remained silent for what felt like an eternity, but finally, he cleared his throat and raised his chin slightly.
“I suppose I should keep my promise and tell you the story you desire to hear,” he remarked, his tone airy and borderline lofty. “But it will take quite a while for me to explain, so I will tell you over the course of a week.”
While I wasn’t thrilled by this, I agreed to the plan. We would meet every so often over the next week, but only in short increments. I couldn’t stay too long in the tower, or else I would mass suspicion.
We began the next day, and by the end of our first meeting. I realized I hadn’t been as prepared as I thought to hear these
stories.
I had always known that Yurene was built on war and the bloodshed of smaller Packs, but I didn’t know how it was ruled. Our history lessons in Wegalla were limited when it came to the Northern regions, and I felt completely out of my element as I listened to Ronald’s recounting. These were all things that the citizens of my country deserved to know. If I was lucky enough to make it back to Anemond, I would tell Asher that we needed to adjust curriculums to include this information about our Northern neighbors. It was crucial for us to be more knowledgeable.
With each story Ronald told me, I kept being shocked by the savageness. He told me of cruel tortures that I thought only existed in ancient tomes: burning at the stake, tearing and severing limbs, waterboarding.
I was even more horrified to learn that these methods of torture were still being actively utilized. Ronald told me that if 1 wanted to see it with my own eyes to confirm that he wasn’t exaggerating the facts, he could take me to the grounds where the executions took place. He mentioned that the amount of torture had been reduced these days, but in the past, they occurred daily.
I left every encounter with Ronald sick to my stomach, and on numerous occasions, my insides were so upset that by the time I returned to my chambers, I sprinted to the bathroom and retched until I ached.
Erika would wait outside the door with a glass of water, and after accepted it gratefully, she would sit me down on the bed and rub my back. She would remain silent until Finnick was asleep, and once we were certain he couldn’t overhear us, I would share what Ronald had told me.
My dear maid was even more shocked than I was, but she managed to hold her disgust inside and simply shook her head in
disbelief once I finished.

“This country is so savage,” she would whisper. “More than we could have known. You must be careful, Ca ss andra. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
1 assured her daily that I would tread lightly to avoid these savage tortures myself, but with every passing interaction with Ronald, my fear grew more intense
I hadn’t believed Kaleb to be so dangerous when I was in Anemond, but now that I was here in his homeland, I knew he
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wasn’t what he seemed-Under the cool exterior was a brutal, potentially violent man, whose savagery knew no b
On what Ronald told me would be the final day of storytelling, he presented me with the most brutal tale yet. It w more sickening than the ones prior, and I hadn’t been remotely prepared to handle it all.
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You mentioned to me a bit ago that you only survived because you were a sorcerer,” I said once we sat down. “What did you mean by that? Were there any disasters here in Vlokwell? What did you survive?”
“Disasters?” Ronald repeated back, and he seemed amused by the idea. “Well, I guess you could say that what happened here was indeed a disaster. A tragedy, one that happens every few decades.”
“Go on.”1 prompted him as my curiosity swelled.
There was a brief pause, and then he continued.
“I suppose that in Wegalla, when the old king is about to die, his heir would be his eldest son or daughter?” Ronald remarked, and when I nodded, his expression grew somber. “It doesn’t quite work like that in Yurene. According to the tradition here, the king’s firstborn child doesn’t necessarily become the rightful heir to the throne. If multiple offspring exist, they must compete for the crown.”
My lips parted in surprise. “Compete?”
Had I heard him correctly?
Ronald continued. “Yes. They must take part in a tournament. All eligible heirs are locked in the dungeon of the castle, and once the doors are closed, they must fight and slaughter their opponents. The one who survives to the end of the tournament rings a bell. The ringing of the bell is the only way to get out of the dungeon. During the tournament, no food or drink is provided. It usually takes a couple of days for the bell to be rung
His solemn look grew even more serious.
“If more than two are found on the other side of the door, the dungeon gets locked again and fighting continues until only one remains. Whoever lives takes the throne.”
Achill ran down my spine and I shook my head slowly.
Death or the crown.
There was no third choice.
Such savagery was incomprehensible.
“My father died competing with Kaleb’s father, Ronald revealed quietly. “According to our country’s tradition, my mother and I were supposed to be executed. I was just a babe then, but my life was meant to be forfeit to avoid future vengeance. But Kaleb’s father didn’t carry our sentence out because my mother was a sorceress. She was too precious to waste.
His soft blue eyes grew distant and welled up slightly.
“Kaleb’s father locked her in the prison tower and made use of her when needed.” he lamented. “After I was born. I too became a pawn”