CHAPTER XXXIX
"The Cruel Truth Behind the Crown"
Caelum's POV
The chamber had grown quieter since the magic of my wishes had faded, but tension still simmered in the air like a fire yet to spark.
Mother Fairy turned to me slowly, her voice low but piercing.
> "Caelum… I know you're hiding something. I can feel it. You don't love Celeste."
Her words weren't a question.
They were a truth she had seen — or perhaps… always known.
I let out a soft, chilling laugh — one that echoed against the marble walls like a warning bell.
> "Oh, I know that too," I said, smiling with venom behind every syllable.
"I'm not marrying her because I love her."
I took a few slow steps toward her, my eyes gleaming like a predator with a plan already in motion.
> "I'll marry her… and then I'll kill her."
Mother Fairy's breath caught, horror flooding her face.
> "Caelum, no. This… this isn't right."
I rolled my eyes, mockingly.
> "Right? Wrong? Oh please — don't preach to me about morals now."
> "Let me remind you, Mother — the rules of the Fairies are clear. When someone who loves you dies, their powers transfer to you."
"And Celeste… poor, trusting Celeste… is madly in love with me."
Mother Fairy stepped forward, voice trembling with disbelief and anger.
> "She trusts you. She believes in you. You've already cast a spell on her — I can hear it in the way she speaks. She doesn't even know she's under your control."
I smirked, that cruel amusement never leaving my lips.
> "Exactly. Every word she says, every tear she sheds — all of it is mine now."
I leaned in closer, whispering like a serpent.
> "You should know this too — out of the Seven Fairies, one must die."
> "And it won't be me."
> "It'll be her."
The silence that followed was thick with rage and sorrow.
And then, Mother Fairy's voice — once soft and divine — turned to thunder.
> "You leave me no choice, Caelum. I will curse you."
For a moment, the very air trembled.
But I only laughed.
A full, dark, mocking laugh that filled the sacred space with dread.
> "Hahaha… Curse me?"
I tilted my head, staring at her with triumph glowing in my eyes.
> "Did you already forget?"
> "No curse can touch me now."
> "You said so yourself. You made it so."
> "You granted me the impossible — freedom from every curse."
I raised my hands, spinning once like a queen on her throne of chaos.
> "So go ahead… try."
> "But your magic… your laws… your curses — none of them matter anymore."
> "I've already won."
Mother Fairy stood frozen, not with fear… but with grief.
Because she knew now that she had created a monster — one born from her own sins, raised in shadows, fed by broken promises and twisted justice.
And that monster… was wearing a crown.
Not of gold.
But of blood.
And she also knew… that the next time Celeste looked into Caelum's eyes, she wouldn't be seeing the girl she loved.
She would be looking into the face of her executioner.
"The Rise of the Queens"
The moment the crown touched my head — placed by none other than Mother Fairy herself — something inside me shifted.
Not just power.
Not just magic.
But the undeniable weight of destiny.
I was no longer just Caelum. I was something more now — something ancient, something chosen.
With quiet footsteps and fire in my chest, I stepped out of Mother Fairy's chamber, the silver-gold crown glowing lightly above my brow. I didn't look back. I didn't need to.
I had everything I ever wanted — or so I believed.
And as I exited, my sisters — Olivia and Ivory — walked past me with calm yet determined steps. They didn't speak, but we exchanged a look. A silent promise. A shared knowing.
It was now their turn.
They entered the chamber where the oldest magic lived — where Mother Fairy, regal and wise, stood waiting for them with eyes filled not with power, but love.
She welcomed them both — not as warriors or followers, but as daughters. As her own.
And in that sacred room, under the gaze of the stars that once watched over every generation of rulers, Mother Fairy did what no one expected:
> She crowned them too.
One by one.
Ivory, then Olivia.
Their heads bowed, their hearts steady.
The moment the crown touched their brows, a radiant pulse of magic spread across the room — like the land itself was rejoicing.
> But that wasn't all.
Mother Fairy stepped closer, gently raising her hands, and placed her palms upon their hearts. And with ancient words, whispered in a language only the wind remembered, she unsealed their bound powers — magic that had been locked away long ago for their protection… now restored.
And not just restored — enhanced.
> New strength filled them. New knowledge awakened. And with it, new responsibility.
Mother Fairy began to teach them secrets long hidden — the truths of the realm, the ancient laws of balance, and how to guide a land that had known too much war, too much loss.
She told them how to nurture the skies.
How to listen to the rivers.
How to command the seasons without breaking their will.
> She told them how to lead — not with fear, but with wisdom.
And as she spoke, the crowns glowed.
Not just as ornaments — but as living symbols of harmony, duty, and rebirth.
The fairy realm had three queens now.
Each different.
Each flawed.
Each powerful.
And from that moment on, they would no longer walk in the shadows of others' choices…
> They would shape the future.
Together.
To be continue...