Chapter 765
In Chapter 765 of “Fake Girl 765,” the story begins with a warm and inviting atmosphere as Athena excitedly calls over her friend to share a delicious bowl of chicken soup. The soup, made from a hen raised by an elderly woman, symbolizes care and nostalgia. As Athena enjoys the soup, a playful interaction occurs with the peddler’s son, who proudly offers her a sweet treat, showcasing the joy and innocence of childhood amidst the gathering.
The scene shifts as Xander, a comforting presence in Athena’s life, wraps his arm around her waist, exhibiting his affection and concern for her well-being. The lively yard is filled with laughter and chatter as friends and family come together, sharing food and stories. Xander’s tender actions towards Alexandra and the old woman’s affectionate service to Athena highlight the warmth and connections among the characters, creating a sense of community and belonging.
However, the mood drastically changes half a month later when Arthur’s health declines. Athena finds herself torn between the palace and Xander Manor, grappling with anxiety over Arthur’s terminal illness. The stark contrast between the earlier vibrant gathering and the current somber atmosphere is palpable as Athena witnesses Arthur’s frail condition. Her pregnancy adds to her emotional burden, as she strives to remain strong for both Arthur and her unborn children.
In the palace, the reality of impending loss settles heavily upon the characters. Evander, visibly distressed, confirms Arthur’s deteriorating state, and preparations for his funeral begin. The sorrow of the concubines outside underscores the gravity of the situation, amplifying the emotional weight of the moment. When Arthur finally acknowledges Athena’s presence, their brief exchange becomes a poignant reminder of their bond and shared hopes for the future, encapsulating the bittersweet nature of love and loss.
**TITLE: Fake Girl 765 p>
**CONTENT: Chapter 765 p>
With an urgency that betrayed her excitement, she waved over to Athena. “Come over and savor this chicken soup! It’s made from the old hen that the elderly woman raised herself, and it has been simmering for three whole hours.” The warmth of her invitation was palpable, a blend of nostalgia and care.
As Athena reached for the bowl of steaming soup, a small hand tugged at the hem of her clothing. It was the peddler’s son, a little boy with a head resembling that of a tiger, his bright eyes shining with mischief. He held up a piece of maltose, his small face beaming with pride. “Princess Consort, you must try this! It’s sweeter than rock candy!” His enthusiasm was infectious, and it brought a smile to her face.
Just then, Xander appeared, his presence as comforting as a familiar melody. He slipped his arm around Athena’s waist from behind, his touch gentle and reassuring. His gaze fell to the bowl in her hands, concern etched on his features. “Drink slowly, love. Be careful; it’s still hot.” His voice was low and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm blanket.
He took a moment to observe the lively scene unfolding in the yard. Laughter and chatter filled the air as people mingled, the atmosphere vibrant with joy. His eyes landed on the delicate smile lines that danced around Alexandra’s eyes, a sight that made his heart swell with warmth. In that moment, he realized that this unexpected reunion felt far more significant than any grand celebration or banquet could ever be.
The midday sun filtered through the branches above, casting playful patches of light and shadow on the ground below. The long table was a feast for the senses, laden with an array of steaming dishes, each one more tantalizing than the last. The manor’s inhabitants and their guests sat together, sharing stories and laughter that echoed through the yard like music.
The old woman, with her weathered hands, served Athena a piece of roast mutton, her eyes twinkling with affection. Meanwhile, Xander busied himself peeling shrimp shells for Alexandra, a simple act that spoke volumes of his care for her.
Nearby, the peddler’s daughter was relentless in her pursuit of Natasha, begging her to teach her how to wield a gun. Her silvery laughter rang out, startling the sparrows perched on the branches above, sending them flitting away in surprise.
Nelson, holding a wine bowl, strolled toward the stone lion that had stood guard over the manor for decades. But as he glanced at the two goats tethered under the tree, a wave of emotion washed over him, and his eyes grew misty.
He had dedicated thirty years to protecting this place, witnessing both the heights of Xander Manor’s glory and the depths of its struggles. It was in that moment of reflection that he grasped a profound truth: home and country were defined not by grand structures or titles, but by the people who chose to guard their city and those who offered a simple bowl of hot soup in times of need.
Fast forward half a month, and the atmosphere had shifted dramatically; Arthur’s condition had taken a turn for the worse.
Athena found herself moving back and forth between the palace and Xander Manor, her heart heavy with worry. The air in the Heaven Hall was thick with the unmistakable scent of medicine, a harsh reminder of Arthur’s deteriorating health. He lay on the bed, his breaths shallow and labored, a shadow of the strong figure he once was.
His silver hair, once meticulously styled, now clung to his cheeks in disarray, a testament to his weakened state. The sharp angles of his cheekbones made his once-majestic face appear particularly haggard, a sight that twisted Athena’s heart with sorrow.
After the imperial physician had concluded his examination, he shook his head repeatedly, a gesture that spoke volumes to Evander standing nearby. It was clear: Arthur was terminally ill, and time was slipping through their fingers like sand.
Athena stepped into the hall with a lightness in her step, despite the heaviness of her heart. At five months pregnant with twins, her belly was larger than most women at this stage, a constant reminder of the life she was nurturing.
She approached the couch where Arthur lay, placing a gentle hand on her waist as she whispered, “Is His Majesty feeling any better today p>
Evander turned, his eyes bloodshot and weary, a reflection of the sleepless nights he had endured. He shook his head slowly, the weight of despair evident in his voice. “He coughed through half the night again and has refused to eat or drink anything p>
His gaze drifted to Athena’s slightly protruding belly, and his brow furrowed deeper with concern. “Pregnancy is challenging enough without the added stress of travel and worry p>
“I’m fine,” she reassured him, moving closer to Arthur. She settled beside him on the couch, her fingertips brushing against his frail wrist. The pulse beneath her touch was so faint it was almost nonexistent. Lowering her gaze, she turned to Evander with a heavy heart. “We need to prepare the palace p>
Arthur’s delirium was evident; he seemed to be slipping away, with only a couple of days left, if that.
Evander’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he nodded, his expression resigned yet determined. He quickly instructed the Ministry of Rites to begin preparations for the funeral, the reality of their impending loss settling like a stone in his stomach.
Outside the hall, the concubines of the Core Palace wept openly, their cries piercing the air with heart-wrenching sorrow.
Arthur stirred, his eyes clouded and unfocused, peering at the ceiling above him. “Who is it? Who’s here?” His voice was raspy, barely rising above a whisper, a struggle to form coherent thoughts.
Thanatus stepped forward, leaning in closer to his ear, his voice firm yet gentle. “Princess Consort is here p>
“Oh,” Arthur managed, his voice so faint it was nearly lost in the air around them.
With great effort, Arthur’s eyelids fluttered, and he fought to open them just a crack. He strained to catch a glimpse of Athena’s face, and his frail hand began to move, a small yet significant gesture.
Athena immediately grasped his cold hand, warmth flooding her heart at the contact.
“Athena…” he breathed, his voice as delicate as a whisper on the wind. “It’s been hard on you p>
Tears threatened to spill from Athena’s eyes, but she fought to maintain her composure, forcing a smile onto her lips. “Your Majesty, please take care of yourself. When you recover, you still need to meet the little heir p>
Her words seemed to infuse Arthur with a flicker of strength. His fingers tightened around hers, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of light sparkled in his dim eyes. “Good,” he replied softly, the weight of their shared hope hanging in the air between them.
In the quiet aftermath of Arthur’s struggle, the emotional landscape shifted dramatically for all involved. Athena’s heart, heavy with the weight of impending loss, found solace in the fleeting moments of connection with Arthur. Their shared laughter and whispered hopes became a fragile lifeline, tethering her to the memories of brighter days even as shadows loomed. The warmth of family and friends, embodied in the simple act of sharing a meal or offering a comforting touch, reminded her that love could still flourish in the face of despair. As she held Arthur’s hand, the promise of new life within her served as a beacon of hope, illuminating the darkness that threatened to engulf them.
Meanwhile, Xander and Evander stood as pillars of strength, their unwavering support a testament to the bonds forged through years of shared trials. The laughter that once filled the manor now mingled with the bittersweet taste of sorrow, yet it was in this juxtaposition that the essence of their home was revealed. They were not merely a collection of individuals but a tapestry woven from love, loss, and resilience. As they prepared to face the inevitable, they understood that their collective memories and the warmth of their shared experiences would continue to echo in the halls of Xander Manor, reminding them that even in the depths of grief, the spirit of family and connection would endure.
In the next chapter of “Fake Girl 765,” readers can anticipate a gripping escalation of emotions as Arthur’s condition continues to deteriorate, forcing Athena to confront the harsh reality of impending loss. With the palace preparing for a funeral that looms ever closer, the weight of sorrow will be palpable, transforming the once vibrant halls into somber spaces filled with whispered prayers and lingering goodbyes. The delicate balance of hope and despair will be tested as Athena navigates her own pregnancy while grappling with the fear of losing the man who has been a pillar in her life. Will her resolve be strong enough to face the heart-wrenching decisions that lie ahead?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the relationships that have been forged in the shadows of the palace. As Athena leans on Evander for support, their bond may be put to the test, revealing hidden depths of loyalty and sacrifice. Meanwhile, unexpected visitors and long-buried secrets could emerge, intertwining their fates in ways no one could foresee. With the emotional stakes raised higher than ever, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Athena will navigate the treacherous waters of love, loss, and the unyielding passage of time. Will she find the strength to carry on, or will the weight of grief prove too heavy to bear?
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.