I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

“What do you mean…?” Avey’s voice cracked, barely a whisper as a cold shiver ran through her spine. Her body stiffened, heart hammering against her chest. Max’s words… they weren’t just words. They hit. Like a dagger wrapped in truth.

“Avey…” Max’s gaze lowered, shadows dancing over his expression. His voice carried a weight a heaviness that only bad news ever wore. “…if Lucian doesn’t die, the world will.”

“What?!” she snapped, voice rising with disbelief and desperation. “What the hell are you saying? What kind of twisted logic is that?!”

Max didn’t flinch. He looked straight at her, not as a god, not as an old friend, but as someone who knew what was coming and hated it.

“I’m saying this is the choice.” His voice was colder now. “Your parents. Your friends. Every innocent soul kids who’ve never even had heard Lucian name… they all will die.”

Avey staggered back like she’d been slapped.

“No… no, that’s not true. That’s bullshit!” she barked, shaking her head violently. Her hands trembled at her sides. “You’re just trying to manipulate me. That’s what this is. Lies!”

But the more she said it, the more it sounded like a lie to herself.

Max didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. He just stood there, eyes heavy with truth.

Avey took another step back. Her legs felt like lead, her throat tight with panic. Every breath was getting harder to take. Why wasn’t he denying it? Why wasn’t he saying what she wanna hear… something like i was joking…it was a test, or even just wanted to prank her?

but no nothing like that was happening.

And then it hit her.

Max was a god.

A literal god.

Why would he need to lie?

And he cared about Lucian.

Then why was he saying this?

The deeper she thought, the more the fear grew. Gnawing at her like some unseen beast, biting down hard on her resolve.

Tears prickled at the edges of her vision.

And still… Max said nothing.

And that silence screamed louder than any answer ever could.

The room fell into an eerie silence. Neither of them spoke. They just sat there staring at each other, unmoving.

Avey didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand. Why would Max say something so cruel? There had to be a reason. There must be. And that uncertainty gnawed at her, a desperation bubbling just beneath the surface. Were the gods really this sadistic? Was this their twisted game first making her despise Lucian, then manipulating her into falling for someone like Victor without even realizing it… and now this?

Just what the hell did they want from her?

Finally, Avey inhaled sharply, steadying herself, trying to smother the fire rising in her chest. She broke the silence.

“Tell me what happened,” she asked, voice cold, expression colder. Her eyes didn’t flinch they locked onto Max like daggers.

“Arthur… he’s dead,” Max replied flatly, his face void of all emotion.

It was jarring. His demeanor kept shifting laughing manically one moment, a stone wall the next. It was unsettling. But Avey wasn’t focused on that. Her mind was racing elsewhere.

Arthur… dead?

Her brows furrowed. The news didn’t exactly shock her. She had no meaningful bond with Arthur, no memories that would sting. But still… she frowned hard, like trying to force the puzzle pieces into place.

She didn’t ask how or when, or even if it was true. Her focus was narrowing in on something else entirely.

“Let’s say Arthur really is dead why does that mean I have to kill Lucian?” she asked instinctively, frustration bubbling to the surface. But mid-sentence, her eyes widened something clicked in her head.

Max stared silently at her. “Like I said before… Victor and Arthur can’t be killed. Not normally. The world’s will protects them. If one dies, the balance starts to fracture. And”

“But didn’t you say they can’t be killed unless it’s by Victor himself?” Avey interrupted sharply, eyes narrowing. “Now you’re saying Arthur’s dead? That’s not what you said before. Which is it, Max?”

He didn’t flinch. “That’s true but I didn’t tell you everything,” Max said quietly, finally lifting his eyes to hers. “There is one way. Only one. If someone retrieves the bones of Arthur’s mother and forges a dagger from them… that dagger can kill him even the people protected by world will itself.”

Avey’s expression twisted in disbelief, her voice rising. “And now you’re telling me the Queen’s dead too? Who do you think you’re lying to?”

She wasn’t just questioning him anymore she was tearing his words apart, grasping at anything to expose a crack.

“Even if the Prince died, and the Queen somehow hid it there is no way the Queen’s death could be kept secret. You’re lying, Max,” she snapped, her voice raw with frustration. “Just admit it.”

“I’m not lying, try to understand it, girl… I really am not,” Max said, his voice tired, yet anchored in truth. “And no, why should the Queen die? She was never Arthur’s real mother. Someone dug up the grave of Arthur’s true mother, took her bones.” His voice dropped lower, flat, almost too calm for the horror in his words.

Avey recoiled, her face twisting into something between nausea and disbelief. “That’s disgusting. Who would do that?” she whispered, a cold shiver crawling down her spine like insects under her skin.

Max didn’t respond. His silence was louder than any answer.

“Whatever- whether he died or not…no one is touching my Lucian!” Avey’s voice rose, fierce, burning. “I have my whole life left to live beside him. We still have so much… and I won’t let anyone take that from me!” Her eyes flared, sharp and defiant, a fire in her soul that refused to flicker out.

Max just shook his head, exhaling a quiet, bitter breath. “It’s about balance, girl… I’ve already told you.” Then softer, heavier: “Why are you trying to reject reality?”

She didn’t answer, but her silence wasn’t quiet it was freezing.

Max sighed. He turned his face away. “Leave it. You won’t understand… not unless you see it yourself.”

Avey’s gaze hardened. Cold. Unforgiving. But beneath it confusion, fear, and the dread of truth inching closer.

Max raised his small hand, his arm sluggish with exhaustion as he sat slumped on the edge of the bed. He flicked his fingers in the air.

A faint shimmer pulsed and then there it was. A small, translucent screen appeared in the air above them, floating like a ghost.

“This is what happens… when balance is broken,” he said softly.

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