Inhabited in the Hidden Rofan Novel

The thin, moist lips that were once tinted pink had lost their vitality, now tinged with a bluish hue.

Soon, the slender shoulders trembled deeply over the intricately embroidered dress, and a sticky liquid trickled beyond the thin lips.

Flowing down along the graceful jawline, that something was more crimson than the red wine that had just been sipped.

The dark crimson liquid dripping beneath the delicate neckline gathered all the gazes in the room.

It was undoubtedly a dire situation.

Yet, no one moved across the long table in the banquet hall.

Some simply gaped with widened lips, while others widened their small eyes in shock.

They all merely stood still, watching Eleonore Galatea collapse under her chair from a distance.

Each of them had their reasons.

The sticky droplets staining her pure white chest were darker than the whitest Eleonore herself.

In their eyes, it resembled a maiden staining a white sheet with scarlet ink.

Her gradual descent before her beloved man was incredibly beautiful beyond description.

The sight planted a strange sense of satisfaction in their hearts as they remained immobilized by the emerging sense of awe, preventing them from witnessing the unfolding scene.

Eventually, only the voice of a slender woman echoed through the silent hall.

“Yul… Yurian.”

At the fading edge of her vision, Eleonore whispered his name, mustering the last of her strength to raise trembling arms towards her beloved.

However, her touch never reached him.

Her trembling white arms soon collapsed under the table before touching the ground.

With a sharp clang, the dishes fell to the floor, finally catching the attention of the people in the hall.

Her beloved husband, Yurian Galatea, regained his senses at last.

“Eli! Wait, Eli. No!”

As her body slumped to the ground, Yurian threw himself towards his beloved just in time.

Before her slender body hit the floor, Yurian managed to cradle Eleonore in his arms.

Within the warm embrace of her beloved, Eleonore’s lips moved for the last time.

But what flowed past her thin lips was not a clear voice but crimson blood.

Her sky-blue irises began to lose focus as they filled with the image of the silver-haired man embracing her, crying out desperately.

“No, this can’t be! Please, Eli. Open your eyes, Eli!”

Despite his desperate cries, there was no response from her cooling body.

That evening,

Yurian de la Vallatia,

the Emperor’s illegitimate son who had been officially recognized for his abilities and now became the Third Prince of the Empire, vowed to burn everything the empire had taken from his beloved wife.

He swore this oath on the emerald ring that adorned her fourth finger, the ring she cherished dearly.