THE RAVEN KING’S BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CHAPTER ONE “The Raven King…” Liana gasped softly.Her heart raced as she stared at the whiteboard. The words felt like music to her ears. This was it, the topic she’d been waiting for all semester. The infamous king who ruled with ravens circling his throne, the one whispered about in bedtime stories and blood-soaked legends.The lecturer finally turned to face the class. “When did this historical story take place?”Before he even finished, Liana’s hand shot up. Her pulse fluttered in excitement. She wasn’t the loud type. In fact, most people barely noticed her, but this….this was her moment.“1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright.A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.”Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.”“Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared f

CHAPTER THREEThe sound of hurried footsteps filled the hallway. I turned and saw four young women dressed in pale gowns running toward me, their heads bowed so low their hair brushed the marble floor.“I’m sorry, Your Majesty!” one of them cried, her voice trembling. She fell to her knees. “Punish me, my lady. I’ve been foolish.”I blinked at her, utterly lost. “What is it again?” I whispered, trying to sound composed even though my heart was racing.“It’s fine,” I said finally, brushing it off. The last thing I wanted was another wave of confusion. I already had too many questions running wild in my head.I was stuck in someone else’s body,someone powerful, royal, and, according to every history book, doomed.Queen Elara.I swallowed hard. If I was here… then where was she? Was she in my body back in the future, sitting in class or eating noodles in the canteen while I was trapped in her nightmare?The thought made me dizzy.The maids led me down a long corridor, their footsteps sof

CHAPTER FIVE“Her Majesty is here?”The guard’s voice cracked like thunder across the hallway. His eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing there, tall, calm, glowing in the dim golden light that poured from the torches.I couldn’t help the little smirk tugging at my lips.Yes, I looked good. Way too good for someone trapped in a stranger’s body and stuck in a century that didn’t even have toothpaste.The maids had bathed me in warm milky water mixed with lavender and crushed herbs. They used something that smelled like coconut oil as pomade, rubbed it into my skin till it shimmered like glass. Candles burned all around the bath, and I’d felt a weird kind of peace for the first time since I landed here.Then came the hair, long, dark, and soft like silk. They straightened it with something hot enough to burn a village down. After that, they painted my lips red, lined my eyes with soot, and wrapped me in a long floral gown that made me look like sin itself.When I looked in the mir

CHAPTER SEVENLiana’s POVI tried to fall asleep, but my mind wouldn’t rest. Who could, after everything that had happened? I wasn’t just tired from the day’s chaos, I was exhausted from existing in someone else’s body.It still didn’t make sense. One moment, I fainted. The next, I woke up as Queen Elara, a woman destined to die.The bed beneath me was too soft, too expensive. Silk sheets, scented pillows, drapes flowing like clouds. Everything screamed royalty, but it felt wrong. Too perfect. Too quiet. And I couldn’t stop wondering… why wasn’t I sleeping in Alaric’s bed? Wasn’t he my husband in this world? Or maybe they didn’t share one. Maybe Elara had ruined that privilege long ago.The next morning, I woke to the sound of hurried footsteps.“Your Majesty,” Valerie’s voice came softly, as if she feared being overheard. “The thousand gold coins you ordered have arrived. Shall I find a way to send them off to Sensborn?”I sat up, blinking. “Send what to where?”She looked at me lik

CHAPTER NINEThe Queen Mother was already seated when I walked in, her posture regal and cold, her fingers glittering with rings that caught the dim light from the burning candles. Beside her sat an older man, his presence familiar enough to make my chest tighten. My father.They were deep inside her private chambers, far away from curious ears. The air was thick with the scent of incense and deceit.“Mother,” I greeted quietly, my voice low, almost hesitant. Then I bent again, respectfully, to greet my father.She barely looked up. “We don’t have all day for courtesies, Elara.”My father’s eyes studied me, gentle but confused. “Elara, what’s going on?”“Nothing, Father. I’m fine.”He frowned. “I don’t think you are. You gave us your word about the money, and…and then you went ahead to give it away.”“I gave it out for charity,” I said, firm but calm.“Charity?” The Queen Mother’s voice rose sharply, laced with mockery. “I thought this act of yours was just for show. Tell me, since