The Shadow Queen Is Too Alluring—I Can't Handle This Anymore!
Chapter 47: The Crown Does Not Forget

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: The Crown Does Not Forget

The Queen stood outside his chamber door, her fingers curled into her cloak so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

Inside, she could hear him breathing.

Restless. Sharp.

Dreaming again.

Her heart clenched as she pressed her palm to the cold obsidian wall.

Then—his voice, muffled:

"...Anna..."

She froze.

He hadn’t spoken her name in weeks.

Not once since he sacrificed everything.

And now, in sleep, when truth slips through the cracks...

He remembered.

She should have felt relief.

Hope.

But instead, her chest twisted with a fear she hadn’t known since she first fell in love with him.

Because if he was remembering...

Then the pain was coming.

The weight of what he gave up.The cost of her survival.The love that had been buried under duty, torn from the roots.

If he remembered everything—Would he still choose her?Or would he wish he had forgotten?

Inside, Liam thrashed in his sleep.

The dream twisted into a storm of broken glass and blooming fire.

He was walking through a burning corridor—each step peeling back another memory like flesh from bone.

The Queen laughing in a ruined garden.The first time she bled for him.The last time he kissed her under a blood moon.

The dream ended in front of a mirror.

In it, he saw himself—crowned, alone, bleeding shadow from his eyes.

And behind him...

The Shadow Heir.

Wearing the Queen’s face.

Liam jolted awake—gasping, drenched in sweat.

And there he was.

Sitting in the corner of the room like he belonged there.

The Shadow Heir.

Smirking.

Holding a black crystal pulsing with eerie light.

"I told you," he said. "Memories don’t die. They just rot until someone picks them up."

He stood, tossing the crystal into Liam’s hands.

"Want to know what else you forgot, brother?"

Liam stared at him.

And the Queen, just outside, heard his answer.

"...Show me."

To Be Continued...