Chapter 766
In Chapter 766 of “Fake Girl 766,” Athena returns to Xander Manor after a taxing day at the palace, weighed down by the emotional turmoil surrounding Arthur’s deteriorating health. Upon her arrival, she is greeted by Alexandra, who expresses her concern for Athena’s well-being and suggests that Xander take her place at the palace to alleviate her suffering. Xander supports this decision, showing his tenderness towards Athena, but she remains anxious about Arthur’s condition, fearing the worst.
As the evening unfolds, Athena finds solace in Xander’s company while he reads to her, but their moment of peace is abruptly shattered by the tolling of a bell from the palace, signaling Arthur’s death. The sound resonates deeply within Athena, filling her with dread and sorrow. Soon after, a royal attendant arrives to inform them of the king’s passing and the need for them to keep vigil at the palace. The atmosphere shifts dramatically as the decorations in Xander Manor are replaced with white, reflecting the somber mood of the kingdom.
Athena and Xander, dressed in mourning attire, make their way to the palace amidst a sea of mourners, all sharing in the collective grief of Arthur’s loss. Inside the Grand Sanctum, they kneel before Arthur’s coffin, surrounded by flickering candles and the echoes of mourning. The weight of the moment is palpable as they pay their respects, aware of the void left by the king’s death and the urgency of appointing a new ruler.
As discussions about the succession begin, tensions rise among the ministers. Some advocate for Evander as the rightful heir, while others challenge his legitimacy due to his parentage. The debate intensifies, highlighting the urgency of the situation as the kingdom cannot remain without a ruler. Evander, overwhelmed by the gravity of his new role, attempts to calm the chaos, but the urgency of establishing a new king looms large, leaving Athena and Xander to grapple with their grief amidst the political turmoil.
**TITLE: Fake Girl 766 p>
**Chapter 766 p>
Athena spent the majority of her day within the opulent confines of the palace, her mind swirling with thoughts and emotions, before finally making her way back to the familiar warmth of Xander Manor. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape, but her spirit felt heavy as she trudged up the path to the mansion.
Upon her arrival, she was met with the anxious gaze of Alexandra, who had been waiting for her return with palpable worry etched across her features.
“Quickly, sit down and rest,” Alexandra urged, her voice laced with concern as she gestured for a maid to fetch a soft stool. “The kitchen has prepared a warm bowl of stewed oatmeal. I’ll have them serve it right away p>
As she touched Athena’s belly gently, her eyes scanned Athena’s pale visage, and a frown deepened on her brow. “Starting tomorrow, let Xander go to the palace on your behalf. How can you endure such torment day after day p>
Athena opened her mouth to respond, but before she could utter a word, Xander interjected, his voice steady and resolute. “You’re absolutely right. I will go tomorrow p>
He turned his gaze toward Athena, his eyes brimming with tenderness that made her heart flutter. “Be good,” he added softly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Reluctantly, Athena nodded in agreement, though a wave of unease washed over her. Deep down, she was aware that Arthur’s condition was grim, and she feared that time was slipping away from them. She knew she needed to rest, but the thought of Arthur passing left her restless and anxious.
On the evening of the third day, after a quiet dinner, Athena found herself lounging on the plush couch, Xander beside her, reading aloud from a travelogue. The words flowed like a gentle stream, momentarily easing her troubled mind.
Suddenly, a deep, resonant bell tolled from the direction of the palace—its sound heavy and foreboding, striking like a hammer against the silence of the evening. Each chime felt like a blow to Athena’s heart, causing her stomach to twist in dread. The silk handkerchief she had been holding slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Xander’s voice trailed off as he halted his reading, his expression shifting from calm to serious in an instant. They exchanged a look, and the gravity of the moment hung thick in the air between them.
The bell tolled four times—a mournful death knell.
Arthur was gone.
Almost simultaneously, a royal attendant appeared at the gates of Xander Manor, dressed in somber mourning attire. He knelt before them, his head bowed in respect. “The King is dead. His Majesty has commanded that Xander and Athena enter the palace to keep vigil p>
The last rays of sunlight had vanished, surrendering the city of Pidence to the enveloping darkness of night. The decorations within Xander Manor were swiftly replaced with white, a stark reminder of the sorrow that had befallen them.
Athena and Xander donned plain clothing, a reflection of the grief that now permeated their lives, and stepped out of the manor, side by side, their hearts heavy as they made their way toward the palace.
The long street was lined with mourners, their faces etched with sorrow, all clad in somber attire. The entire city of Pidence was steeped in a profound sense of loss, an unspoken bond of grief connecting them all.
As they entered the Grand Sanctum, candles flickered, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls. The vibrant yellow curtains had been replaced with plain white ones, a visual testament to the mourning that had enveloped the kingdom.
In the center of the hall lay Arthur’s coffin, surrounded by hundreds of eternal lamps that flickered like stars in the night sky. The coffin was draped with a dragon flag, a symbol of majesty and solemnity.
Athena and Xander knelt on the cold gold bricks, their plain skirts trailing behind them, the chill seeping into their bones as they remained in that position, their knees beginning to ache from the strain.
The wails of the concubines echoed through the halls, each cry a piercing reminder of the loss they all felt. Arthur’s passing had left a void that could not be filled, and the kingdom could not remain without a ruler, even for a single day. The new King had to ascend the throne.
However, the ministers found themselves embroiled in heated debates over the succession.
“The nation cannot be without a ruler for even a moment!” the Minister of Personnel exclaimed, his voice rising with righteous indignation. “In light of the late King’s death, we must prioritize the establishment of a new King p>
“Evander is a man of kindness and virtue, having made significant contributions in quelling the rebellion. He is the rightful heir to the throne p>
“But Evander is not the son of the legitimate wife…” another voice interjected, challenging the claim.
“What time is it now, that you still debate the legitimacy of birth?” another minister retorted, his frustration evident.
Athena steadied herself with the support of her maid, her eyes fixed on the officials gathered around Evander. Some knelt, offering respectful bows, while others continued to argue fervently.
Evander stood there, clad in mourning garments, the hemp rope around his waist pulled tight, his face a ghostly white. The weight of his new responsibilities pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe as he gazed at Arthur’s coffin.
Raising his hand to quiet the clamor, he spoke with a calm authority, “Gentlemen, the late King has only just passed. Let us discuss this matter at a later time p>
“Your Highness!” the Minister of Finance cried out, crawling forward a few steps, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Ray is watching us like a hawk. If we do not have someone in charge, chaos will ensue p>
“But Evander is not the eldest son, which contradicts the ancestral system,” another voice chimed in, attempting to halt the momentum of the debate.
As Athena and Xander knelt in the Grand Sanctum, the weight of grief enveloped them like a heavy shroud. The loss of Arthur had not only shattered their personal worlds but also sent ripples of despair throughout the kingdom. In that moment of mourning, surrounded by flickering candles and the sorrowful wails of those who loved him, Athena felt an unbreakable connection to the people of Pidence. Their shared sorrow was a testament to the impact Arthur had on their lives, and as they collectively mourned, Athena realized that the bond forged through grief was as powerful as any alliance. The flickering lights in the hall became a symbol of hope amidst the darkness, illuminating the path forward, albeit uncertain.
Yet, even as the ministers debated the future of the kingdom, Athena felt a flicker of determination igniting within her. The chaos of succession loomed ahead, but she understood that the heart of the kingdom was not merely in the hands of a ruler but in the unity of its people. With Xander by her side, she resolved to navigate the complexities of the impending transition, knowing that their strength would be vital in the face of adversity. The loss of Arthur marked the end of an era, but it also signified the dawn of a new chapter—one where Athena would have to rise to the occasion, embracing her role not just as a grieving subject but as a beacon of hope for her kingdom. Together, they would honor Arthur’s legacy by forging a future that would unite the hearts of Pidence once more.
In the next chapter of *Fake Girl 766*, readers can expect to delve deeper into the turbulent aftermath of King Arthur’s death. The atmosphere within the palace will be thick with tension as the ministers grapple with the urgent need for a new ruler, setting the stage for political intrigue and power struggles. Athena and Xander, still reeling from their grief, will find themselves caught in the crossfire of these heated debates, faced with the reality of their own roles in a kingdom on the brink of chaos. Will they stand by Evander as he navigates the treacherous waters of succession, or will their own fears and doubts drive them apart?
As the narrative unfolds, the emotional stakes will rise, with Athena forced to confront her feelings of helplessness and despair. With whispers of conspiracy and dissent echoing through the halls of power, she will have to decide whether to remain a passive observer or take a stand for what she believes is right. The chapter promises to explore the complexities of loyalty, love, and ambition, as Athena discovers that the weight of a kingdom’s future may rest on her shoulders. Will she find the strength to rise above her grief and play a pivotal role in shaping the destiny of Pidence, or will the shadows of loss consume her?
As the clock ticks and the political landscape shifts, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the choices Athena and Xander will make in the face of uncertainty. Will they forge alliances that could alter the course of history, or will they become casualties of the very system they seek to protect? The next chapter is poised to unravel these questions, drawing readers into a world where every decision could mean the difference between salvation and ruin.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.