The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

Chapter 4 Glimpse of Hope:Fianna

Knock- Knock

"Young Master Caspian," a voice called softly from the other side.

"Please wake up. Your fiancée is coming to visit today. You must prepare quickly."

Caspian blinked, groggy and disoriented, as the words sunk in.

For a moment, he lay there, trying to piece together the situation.

Then, a faint memory surfaced, a fragment of warmth in an otherwise cold and merciless world.

His fiancée.

She was the only person who had ever treated him with kindness, the only one who didn't look at him as though he were some kind of pest or disgrace.

Even in this broken life, that fragment of love and care lingered, untouched by the cruelty around him.

"I'm coming," Caspian called out, his voice hoarse as he swung his legs off the bed.

Though Ed—no, Caspian—knew he wasn't truly the boy this family despised, he couldn't ignore the faint echo of joy that welled up inside him.

This wasn't his life, but he could feel the remnants of the real Caspian's emotions.

For this one visit, this fleeting moment of kindness, the boy had clung to life.

Standing before a simple wash basin, Caspian splashed cold water on his face, steeling himself.

The body he now inhabited was a child's, just Nine years old, but it carried the scars of years of torment.

Despite the pain that still lingered in his ribs and bruises that painted his skin, he moved quickly.

He bathed and dressed in one of the few outfits he had—a simple, slightly worn tunic and trousers that paled in comparison to the rich fabrics his siblings wore.

Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth, her delicate features radiating a youthful charm.

She wore a modest yet elegant dress that complemented her vibrant hair, and her posture was poised but relaxed.

Beside her sat her mother, a composed woman.

For a moment, Caspian stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze locked on the girl.

There was something almost surreal about her presence—a stark contrast to the cold, suffocating atmosphere that defined his life.

'She's... cute,' he thought.

His mother, Lady Eleana, noticed him and frowned slightly, her expression as cold and detached as ever.

"You're late, Caspian," she said, her tone clipped.

"I apologize, Mother," Caspian replied quietly, bowing his head.

The White-haired girl turned at the sound of his voice, her blue eyes lighting up as she spotted him.

"Caspian!" she exclaimed, her voice warm.

She rose from her seat, taking a step toward him.

He hesitated, unsure how to respond.

The flood of memories and emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but he quickly steadied himself.

"Hello," he said softly, managing a faint smile.

Her smile widened, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Caspian felt a glimmer of something that wasn't fear, pain, or despair.

It was faint, fragile, but unmistakable.

It was hope.