The Bride He Hates-Chapter 96: His Letter

Greyhaven was smaller than they had expected. It had approximately three hundred people, split evenly between vampires and humans. The vampire homes were in the north, and the human homes were in the south.

Their council with three vampires and three humans, greeted them at the gates, looking exhausted and worried.

"Your Majesty." The lead vampire councillor said. "Thank you for coming. The situation has become tense in the past week."

"What happened?" Lyanna asked as they walked towards the council building.

"A vampire killed a human’s livestock. The human retaliated by burning the vampire’s storage shed. Now both sides are demanding justice. Both sides are threatening violence if we don’t rule in their favour." The human councillor replied.

"Do you have different laws for vampires and humans?" Lyanna asked.

"Yes." The vampire councillor replied. "We’ve tried to unify the laws, but it didn’t work out."

"Show me what you’ve tried." Lyanna said.

They spent the afternoon reviewing Greyhaven’s attempts at cooperation. The territory had mixed council and shared resources, but underneath, the two communities operated independently. They had separate laws and separate economies.

"There’s no real unifying effort. You’re just coexisting, and that will only work until there’s conflict."

"So what do we do?" The human councillor asked. "And honestly, both communities don’t want to work together."

"Create a hybrid system. You need mixed juries. Decisions should require majority support from both groups."

The councillors looked at each other, thinking about it.

"That could work. The vampire who killed the livestock pays restitution for the livestock but also faces punishment that satisfies the human community. The human arsonist faces human legal consequences but also has to make restitution to the vampire he harmed. That way, both communities will get something."

"Exactly." Lyanna replied.

They spent the next three days implementing the new framework. It wasn’t perfect. There were arguments and compromises. But by the end of the third day, Greyhaven had its first unified conflict resolution system, and both communities seemed optimistic about it.

On their final evening in Greyhaven, Roland went to see Lyanna and found her reviewing notes in the guest quarters.

"You’re really good at this. I think you have a gift for finding common ground that satisfies everyone."

"I just listened to what each side actually needed." Lyanna replied. "Vampires wanted restitution and acknowledgement of harm. Humans wanted punishment and deterrence. Once I understood that, it was easy to find a solution."

"It’s not that easy, or they wouldn’t have called you." Roland replied.

Lyanna smiled, grateful for the appreciation.

"I want to do practical work like this."

"Have you thought about what that means long-term?" Roland asked. "If you commit to this work, you’ll be travelling to territories, will be known as a cooperation consultant rather than Thornfield’s queen."

"I know, and I’m okay with it. Maybe it’s because I’m valued here for what I can actually do rather than my title or my marriage."

"Word is already spreading that Queen Lyanna is available for cooperation consulting. I’ve received three inquiries in the past two days from other communities wanting your help."

"Three?" Lyanna was surprised.

Roland handed her three letters.

"One is from Oakbridge, one from Millbrook, and one from Riverside."

Lyanna stared at the letters. The offer was tempting. She could actually do meaningful work that helped people using her perspective and skills. But it also meant distancing herself further from Thornfield and Azrael.

That night, unable to sleep, Lyanna finally opened Azrael’s letter. Her hands shook slightly as she broke the seal.

Lyanna,

I know you need space. But I’ve been sitting in our chambers for the past two weeks, and the silence is destroying me. So I’m writing to you because I want to tell few things, even if you’re not ready to hear them.

You were right about everything. Sienna was manipulating the situation, and I let her. I even enabled it.

Since you left, I’ve reverted to every harsh pattern I had when I was building Thornfield. I’ve sentenced people to excessive punishments. I’ve become cold and ruthless.

The council says I’m finally being an effective king again. They approve of this version of me. The one who maintains order through strength rather than mercy.

But I hate him. I hate who I am without you.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? I need you to be better. Without you, I’ve become a monster who thinks twenty lashes for petty theft is reasonable. A king who values control over compassion.

You shouldn’t have to be responsible for making me compassionate. But the truth is I don’t know how to be better without you. I’ve tried but failed every time.

Maybe this is just who I am, someone who needs external pressure to be decent. And if that’s true, then you were right to leave. You deserve better.

I won’t write again. But I needed you to know that I know I was wrong and understand why you left. And I’m sorry for that.

I hope Valdris gives you the peace Thornfield never could. And I hope that someday, you might forgive me.

I love you. I’ll always love you. Even though I destroyed what we had.

Azrael

Lyanna read the letter with tears streaming down her face. It was everything she had wanted to hear weeks ago. But it was also devastating.

Because he was right, he didn’t know how to be better without her. This meant she was responsibile for his growth, carrying the weight of keeping him from becoming a monster.

And that was unsustainable. Even though she loved him, even though reading his pain hurt her, she couldn’t sacrifice herself to save him from himself.

Because loving someone wasn’t enough. Not when being with them meant losing yourself.

The next morning, Lyanna wrote a reply to Azrael.

Azrael,

Thank you for your honesty. I needed to know that you understand what went wrong.

But understanding is different from changing. Needing me to be your moral compass isn’t love, it’s dependence.

I can’t come back to save you from yourself. That’s not my responsibility. You need to become better because you want to be better, not because I’m there pushing you.

If you become the man who values compassion over control without me, then maybe we can talk about our future.

Lyanna.