Chapter 12: Whispers of the Unseen

A Fragile Peace

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass from the academy's central courtyard. Sunlight filtered through towering stone pillars, casting elongated shadows across the marble pathways. Despite the serene setting, tension lingered in the air—unspoken words, cautious glances, the weight of shifting perceptions.

The duel against Gareth had changed everything.

I was no longer just the cursed prince. I was a contender.

And that meant new threats.

As I walked toward the training grounds, my mind replayed last night's events—the sharp glint in Eleanor's eyes, the veiled menace in Adrian's presence, the stunned silence of the crowd when I had stood victorious.

They didn't know what to make of me anymore.

Uncertainty was dangerous.

Footsteps approached from behind—light, measured, almost hesitant. I already knew who it was before turning.

Eleanor.

She stood before me, her silver hair catching the morning sun, emerald eyes unreadable. She had changed out of her formal robes into a simpler training outfit, yet she carried herself with the same effortless grace.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then, she broke the silence.

"You surprised me."

Her voice was soft, yet something lingered beneath it—something I couldn't quite decipher.

"Did I?" I met her gaze.

She studied me, searching for something beyond my carefully composed exterior.

"Yes," she admitted. "You fight like someone with nothing to lose. And that makes you dangerous."

A smirk ghosted my lips. "Is that why you're here? To warn me?"

"No." She stepped closer, her voice lowering. "I'm here because I want to understand you."

There was a flicker of hesitation in her expression, something restrained yet undeniable.

This was unfamiliar ground.

For both of us.

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Unseen Bonds

We walked in silence, moving through the quieter pathways of the academy. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't forced. It simply was.

After a while, Eleanor spoke again.

"When I first met you, I didn't think much of you."

I let out a short chuckle. "Honest."

"I mean it," she said, tilting her head slightly. "I thought you were reckless. Someone playing a role they weren't meant for."

I didn't respond.

Because she wasn't wrong.

For most of my life, I had played the part others assigned me—the weak prince, the royal disgrace, the cursed one.

But things had changed.

And maybe… she had started to see that.

Her exhale was barely audible, her voice just above a whisper.

"But now, I wonder… Who is the real Arthur?"

I glanced at her, searching for any trace of mockery.

I found none.

Only curiosity.

And something else.

Something deeper.

An unfamiliar warmth settled in my chest.

"I don't know," I admitted. "But I intend to find out."

For the first time since meeting her, Eleanor smiled. It was faint, barely there, but real.

Something shifted in that moment—an unspoken understanding, fragile yet undeniable.

I wasn't sure what it meant.

But I knew I didn't want it to end.

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The Gathering Storm

The moment of peace didn't last.

As we neared the academy's central hall, the air thickened with something oppressive—an energy that sent a chill down my spine. The kind that warned of danger.

Eleanor felt it too.

She tensed beside me, fingers subtly brushing the hilt of her rapier.

We weren't alone.

Figures emerged from the shadows, their movements deliberate, predatory. Three of them, dressed in dark academy robes, their insignias marking them as members of noble houses.

One stepped forward—a tall figure with sharp blue eyes and a smirk that didn't quite reach them.

"Arthur." His voice was smooth, practiced. "Quite the display last night."

I didn't recognize him, but I knew the type.

Entitled. Dangerous.

Someone who wasn't pleased with the shift in power.

I met his gaze without flinching. "Did you need something?"

His smirk widened. "I just thought we should have a little chat. About your place in the academy."

Ah.

So that was it.

I had disrupted the order, and now they wanted to remind me where I belonged.

Slowly, I exhaled, the Cursed Mark pulsing faintly beneath my sleeve.

A fight was inevitable.

But I wouldn't be the one to start it.

I didn't have to.

Because Eleanor stepped forward before I could react.

Her hand rested on the hilt of her weapon, emerald eyes cold and unwavering.

"If you have something to say," she said, voice sharp as a blade, "say it."

The noble's smirk faltered. Just slightly.

This wasn't just a warning.

It was a declaration.

Eleanor—one of the academy's most renowned figures—was standing beside me.

With me.

And in that moment, I saw it in their eyes.

Doubt.

Hesitation.

The realization that I wasn't as alone as they thought.

The noble held my gaze for a long moment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his followers trailing behind.

I let out a breath.

It wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

But something had changed.

And as I turned to Eleanor, meeting her unreadable gaze, I realized—

I wasn't the only one who had noticed.

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A Step Forward

That night, as I sat by the dim glow of my lantern, I replayed everything in my mind.

The fight. The threats. The unexpected shift in Eleanor's demeanor.

Something was happening.

Something I hadn't accounted for.

I had spent so long fighting alone that I never considered the possibility of someone standing beside me.

And yet, today… she had.

I wasn't sure what it meant.

But for the first time in a long while, I didn't feel like a lone figure against an unforgiving world.

For the first time, I wasn't entirely alone.

And that—

That changed everything.