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Chapter 153: She Died!

Chapter 153: She Died!

The maids quickly set to work, dusting and polishing the room while the Duchess waited, holding the sword like a lifeline. She could not shake the guilt that weighed on her heart.

Her husband had given up this precious artifact for her sake, and she hadn’t even known. She would make things right. The Holy Sword of the North should never leave this vault, it was her responsibility as the Duchess of the North to keep the inheritance intact.

Her fingers brushed the blade of the sword, marvelling at its craftsmanship and the power it seemed to radiate. She thought about her past.

When she first married her husband, it was an arranged marriage. She did not have a say in it. She had three sisters and two brothers. Her father was quick to marry off his daughters.

Everyone said she was lucky to be engaged to the Northern Duke! She didn’t think so at the moment. After all, it was a marriage she didn’t want in the first place.

When they got married, everything changed. She expected a loveless marriage like her parents had but it wasn’t like that at all. He had exceeded all her expectations.

He was kind... And generous. He was not the best with words but his actions spoke clearer. What started as a friendship quickly developed into love.

Because of him she cut off her toxic family once and for all... Her sisters were jealous of her, she truly wanted to help them too but they treated her so badly that she couldn’t anymore...

They victims just like her... But she deserved respect, it was no excuse to treat her that way... He said that, he gave her the power and confidence...

She admired him, whenever he spoke about his House’s history his eyes would brighten.

He took great pride in the accomplishments of his ancestors and hoped to live up to it... When she realised that he gave away the Holy Sword because of her... She gulped.

She never thought she was worthy of him. He was just too charismatic and great. What did she accomplish? She hoped to be the perfect Duchess in order to compensate for her lack of... Everything.

She could not digest that he gave away an important relic... For her... She was not worth it. But now, Anna had returned with the sword! She was overjoyed that the relic found its way back!

She was nervous and giddy. She only cared about the sword, how it came into Anna’s possession did not matter to her at the moment. Once the sword was back in its rightful place... She could rest easily.

She was still weak because of the coma... But the sword was more important.

When the maids finished, the Duchess stepped forward. She placed the sword on the podium with great care, its blade gleaming in the dim light of the vault. It was all over now. Her husband would be happy to have his family’s pride and joy back, right?

The moment the sword touched the podium, the Duchess stiffened. Her hand which was still in contact with the sword, faltered. Her eyes widened in shock, and her body began to tremble.

"Your Grace?" One of the maids asked, stepping forward with concern. The Duke instructed them to stay by the Duchess and not let her do anything that could cause her strain, but she insisted on placing the heavy sword on the podium herself.

But the Duchess did not respond. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. She tried to yell, she tried to breathe... But to no avail. Her vision started to darken... This was the end... She understood it well.

The only thoughts on her mind were about her child... Her precious child... Benedict.

"Your Grace!"

The maids screamed, their panic echoing through the vault. "Help! Someone help!" One of them cried, running toward the door.

The other maid knelt beside the Duchess, shaking her gently. "Your Grace! Please wake up!"

Within minutes, doctors arrived, their footsteps pounding against the stone floor as they rushed into the room. They examined the Duchess, their faces growing grim.

There was no pulse, her body was devoid of warmth... There was no coming back from this.

One of them shook his head, his voice low. "It’s too late," He said, his tone heavy with regret. "She’s gone."

The maids wailed, their grief filling the room. The relics seemed to loom over them, silent witnesses to the tragedy.

They did not know what to do! The Duke was not here right now! And their young master... What would they do if Benedict found out?!

Word of the Duchess’s death spread quickly through the estate, and whispers filled the halls. With great effort they had managed to keep her coma a secret as the Duke intended but her death... They could not stop the news from spreading.

The head maid kept the matter of the Holy Sword under wraps. There was a reason why their masters hid it from everyone and she intended to keep it that way. That was the only thing she could do for her Master.

She could barely keep it together... Their Madame... She passed away...

Anna, was still in the grand estate when she heard the news. She froze. Her heart sank as the weight of what had happened hit her.

The hooded man’s warning echoed in her mind: Only to the Duchess. She had done as he asked. She had followed his instructions to the letter.

But this... This was not what she had expected. She did not know what she expected but the Duchess dying like this...

Her hands trembled as she gripped the railing of the stairs, her knuckles white. She was excited?! Was she happy? She was scared too! Her heart was racing with excitement. But she could not show it on her face. Not with these many servants around anyway.

She’s dead... She’s dead! Was it wrong to feel this way? To feel relief and even joy at the Duchess’s demise? After all, she was not the one who killed her. Whatever curse or magic was tied to the sword was not her doing.

He planned this, did he not? The man wanted her dead... But- She understood that he was capable of killing her through different means, so why use the sword? And why use her? Was he trying to get her incriminated?

No, she would not accept this! She did not do anything! It was her fault... Who asked her to form so many enemies?!

Once the Duchess was dead... Wouldn’t this give way for her? She could become the Duchess now! No one was in her way now!

She clenched her fists, determination hardening her features. Why should she remain a mere servant? The offer of gold and land that the Duchess had extended to her earlier seemed laughable now.

Anna wanted more. She wanted power, respect, and a place among the elite. She had played a role in this tragedy. And she could not be more pleased. She was a pawn in the hooded man’s games... But she got closer to what she wanted.

She was not going to let this chance slip away from her now.

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