Chapter 57: Chapter 57

KAMORA

A few days had passed since Kamora narrated her tale to Lord Maroke. Since then, her strength had slowly increased, and she could move about without feeling fatigue.

News of Kamora being the young lord’s lost mother had spread around the manor, confusing everyone in it. Lord Maroke ordered that the news should not be heard outside of the manor, else there would be serious consequences.

He made the room he shared with his wife his temporary study, performing all his official duties there while looking after her as if afraid that, should he look away for a second, she would disappear.

Kamora was currently in their room, seated on the bed with her eyes closed.

Lord Maroke sat next to her, going through some documents when the room’s door slammed open.

“Mother!” Jarosh screamed, running wildly across the room as he made his way over to Kamora’s side. “I have missed you.”

Kamora chuckled as she placed a kiss atop his head. “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“I still miss you,” he said, snuggling tight against her bosom.

“Jarosh, come off your mother,” Lord Maroke chided. “Let her rest.”

Pouting, Jarosh started to do as he was asked, but Kamora held him firmly, stopping his movement.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I am fine.”

Lord Maroke gave a disapproving look, but otherwise remained silent, going back to the documents he was reading.

“I still can’t believe you are my mother,” Jarosh whispered, looking at Kamora with all the adoration in his eyes. “Sometimes I’m afraid it’s a dream and that I’ll wake up to find that it’s not real.”

“It’s real, darling,” Kamora said, kissing his head lovingly even as her heart clenched. “You’ll always find me here.”

They both spent the next hour talking about their day.

After a while, Lord Maroke sent for Claudia, who then took the young Lord to his room.

Once they had gone, Kamora commented, “There is something weird about Claudia. I don’t know what it is.”

“I think the same too,” Lord Maroke said. “I have sent someone to monitor her movements, but so far, there is nothing strange. It’s also suspicious how she didn’t argue when I announced that you were my wife. Others expressed their confusion, but only she remained normal.”

“I have started going through the maids at the manor to see if the one who told me about your accident is here, but there are a lot of new maids at the manor, and the majority of the ones who were around then have left.”

“Yes.” Pausing suddenly, Lord Maroke faced her. “I just remembered something.”

“What is it?”

“There was a former maid who was working at the manor at the time the incident happened. She was not around when you went missing, but she was there when you gave birth, and so she luckily escaped from the glamour Fae. She mentioned that the princess came to pay you a visit. Do you remember that?”

Kamora frowned, sitting up straight. “She did? I can’t remember.” She looked away, her face etched in a thoughtful frown. “I can’t remember anything at all.”

“If you can remember all your lost memories, but not this one, then we can only assume that she used the aid of the glamour Fae to wipe out this particular memory.”

“The princess and I have never spoken to each other even after we got married. How did she know to visit on the exact day of my labor? She must have planted a spy here. Perhaps the same glamour Fae that we are looking for.”

Lord Maroke’s growing anger was evident in the way he squeezed the document he held. “A lot of things have been happening in my manor, and because I am silent, the people working think me a fool.”

“Leave this to me,” Kamora said with strange calm. “It’s about time I properly introduced myself as your wife. They could have done any other thing, but they just had to touch my son. I will never forgive them for that.”

***

Kamora had gone for a walk in the manor’s garden with Jarosh, and thanks to her insistence, Lord Maroke had to remain in the room to finish up his work.

“I won’t disappear,” she said. “I’m with Jarosh, and in case you don’t know, our son has quite the grip.”

A few minutes after she had gone, Greyson entered the room with a knock.

Looking up from his document, Lord Maroke faced his assistant. “Any news for me?”

“None, my lord.” He walked over and held out a tiny wooden chest. “The locket has been fixed.”

Lord Maroke quickly took it and opened the chest, finding the beautiful locket he had made of his wife.

Kamora had never known of the object, and he had planned to tell her about it one day, but disaster had struck.

“It took quite some time to be fixed. I thought you said it’d be ready in a few days.”

“I apologize for my negligence, my lord. With everything that has happened recently, I forgot to give it to you after I collected it.”

Lord Maroke gently closed the chest and placed it next to him. “No worries, it’s all right. Will that be all then?”

Greyson paused, hesitant, causing Lord Maroke to frown slightly. “What is it?”

“The princess has invited you to a ball, the one where she intends to find her future spouse. I wasn’t sure if I should decline the invitation or not. It seems to be an important event.”

Lord Maroke remained silent, brooding quietly.

This was the perfect opportunity to get revenge on the princess, but now that the time had come, he was a bit perplexed about what to do.

“Do not decline it,” he said finally. “But also don’t reply yet.”

He would discuss with his wife the next step to take before he continued.

The princess might think she had won, but she was in for a really big surprise.