The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 771

**TITLE: Fake Girl 771**
**CONTENT: Chapter 771**

As Nova stood there, her heart raced, and a wave of nausea washed over her. The sight before her was one she could scarcely comprehend, and her body reacted instinctively.

She turned sharply and fled to the back hall, clutching her stomach as she stumbled, desperate to escape the horror. The moment felt surreal, a stark contrast to just moments ago when Maisie had been full of life, her laughter echoing through the halls. Now, in an instant, that laughter had been silenced forever.

Nova’s gaze darted to Ray, who stood nearby. His smile, usually warm and inviting, now sent chills racing down her spine, a sinister twist that made her blood run cold.

Overwhelmed by the weight of the moment, Nova’s vision blurred and darkness enveloped her as she fainted, collapsing to the ground.

Ray was at her side in an instant, his expression shifting from amusement to alarm as he took in Nova’s pallor. “What have you done to her?” he shouted, his voice sharp and commanding, echoing off the walls like thunder.

The maids, startled and terrified, dropped to their knees, trembling in silence, afraid to even breathe.

“Her condition was improving. How could it have deteriorated so drastically?” Ray’s eyes landed on Sirena Madron, who was kneeling beside Nova, her face a mask of concern.

Sirena’s brow furrowed as she stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly. “Your Majesty, it was the tragic sight of Consort Maisie that frightened her. I failed to care for her properly. Please, I beg you, punish me for my negligence.”

As she knelt there, a flicker of panic crossed Ray’s face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand, a gesture of authority mixed with compassion. “Sirena, you have served me well; how could I bring punishment upon you? Rise.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Sirena replied, relief washing over her as she stood. Her eyes met Ray’s, and she saw the weight of responsibility etched on his face. After a moment’s pause, she added, “Your Majesty, the Queen Mother has been unwell and wishes to see you.”

At the mention of his mother, Ray’s brow furrowed deeply. Since ascending to the throne in Ramberg, he had brought Gale, his mother, to live with him, but their relationship had soured over time.

Gale had always been a steadfast presence, yet their differing political ideologies had led to countless arguments, creating an invisible chasm between them. Now, she spent her days in the palace, immersed in her own world of scripture, deliberately ignoring the turmoil of the past dynasty.

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