My Daughter-in-Law Stole My Face With the Eclipse Mirror and Made Me Serve Her Feast — Now the Mirror Is Screaming My Name
The next morning, the sound of the Eclipse Mirror’s weeping still faintly reverberated through the palace halls. Corinne’s cheek still throbbed.
She had been assigned to clean Seraphina’s private vault, a small, heavily secured room behind a tapestried wall. It was rarely opened, reserved for the most sacred and ancient documents.
Dust motes danced in the single beam of sunlight filtering through a high grate.
Corinne moved slowly, carefully, her mind still replaying the mirror’s unnerving cries. She polished the ornate silver lockboxes, each containing generations of Delacroix history.
Beneath a pile of velvet-bound ledgers, her hand brushed against something unexpected. A large, heavy volume, bound in faded leather, unlike anything else in the vault.
Its title, embossed in tarnished gold, read: *The Original Covenant Charter of the Celestial Delacroix Line*.
Corinne remembered stories from the royal nursery, centuries ago, when Cynthia had been her caretaker. Tales of the founding documents, of the divine contracts that bound their lineage.
No one had spoken of this charter in living memory.
She carefully opened the heavy book. The parchment within was thick, brittle with age, covered in elegant, looping script. She began to scan, her eyes tracing the ancient words.
Clause 8, Section 4. Her breath hitched.
“Any forced transference of a divine matriarch’s visage, achieved through arcane means, shall be considered null and void upon the passage of the 1,000th lunar cycle from the date of the covenant’s establishment, unless freely returned.”
Her fingers trembled. The date of the original covenant’s establishment was clearly listed. And then, the calculation.
The 1,000th lunar cycle. It wasn’t a distant past.
It was the upcoming celestial birth-solstice.
The very day Seraphina dreaded, the day her stolen beauty might be scrutinized the most. The date was less than a week away.
A cold dread mixed with a surge of something like hope. This wasn’t just ancient history. This was a ticking clock.
She carefully re-closed the charter, her mind racing. This document, locked away and forgotten, held a secret that could shatter Seraphina’s reign.
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