He Sold Me Into Slavery I Returned As Queen Chapter 12
I had an attendant bring forward a small bronze wolf bell.
The bell was old. Its clapper had long since broken, and it could no longer make a sound.
The moment Cedric saw it, his pupils constricted.
It was something he had worn since childhood.
His mother had died young and left him a pair of bronze wolf bells.
He gave one to Rosalie.
The other he always kept for himself.
On the night of the Full Moon Festival, he covered my mouth and dragged me into the back alley.
As I struggled, I snapped the cord at his waist.
The bell fell into my sleeve.
When Greta searched me, she only took my valuables. She didn’t care about an old bell.
It stayed with me for fifteen years.
I set the wolf bell on the evidence table.
“Do you not recognize this either, Cedric?”
Cedric swallowed hard.
Rosalie’s face changed, too.
Because she had once owned the matching bell.
I looked at her.
“Where is yours?”
Rosalie instinctively pressed a hand to her side.
There was nothing there.
An investigator stepped forward.
“Your Majesty, the guards found a bronze wolf bell in Rosalie’s room that forms a pair with this one.”
“At the same time, they found the remains of a half-burned letter.”
Rosalie’s head jerked up.
“No!”
It was too late.
The letter had already been delivered to the throne.