To Marry A Monster (by Brey Mitchell) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

ATASHA’S POV

“When you were at the northern outpost, rumors about you being a witch were already spreading inside the territory,” Sister Veris started. I looked at Cassian in response. He gave me a nod as if telling me to listen to what Sister Veris has to say.

I nodded, and Sister Veris continued.

“I believe this began with Matron Yara,” she said. “The rumors spread too quickly, too neatly. They were seeded.”

I glanced at Cassian. Again, he didn’t speak, only met my eyes and tipped his head as if telling me to listen. Was he letting me handle these things on my own?

Sister Veris folded her hands more tightly in her lap. “I am certain the Lord and Lady already know the shape of it. I’m telling you this for selfish reasons.”

That made me still. “What reasons?”

“For years, the Briarholts have had no heir.” Her tone didn’t wobble. She stated it like a record in a ledger. “It isn’t only my house. Many of the council families are the same. Our lines have thinned. Some have failed entirely.”

My thoughts jumped to Grace’s gossip by the bonfire, to the way she’d laughed without humor about Halden Morrow and his wandering bed. I narrowed my eyes, and Sister Veris caught it.

“You’ve heard about Halden’s bastards,” she said, a dry curve at the edge of her mouth. “Everyone has. That is one answer men reach for, spread seed everywhere and hope something takes root.”

She lifted her chin a fraction, then looked at me, not at Cassian, when she said, “But women are different. We can’t multiply chances the same way. We are measured by whether a single child lives.”

Her gaze slid to Cassian. “Matron Yara and I have no children of our own. None who carry our blood.”

I said nothing, sifting through council rosters in my head. Yara’s ‘niece.‘ Veris’s ‘son‘ who never looked like her. I had assumed adoption to bind alliances, the way noble houses filled gaps.

Sister Veris seemed to read that too. “The heirs you know are wards. Clever placements. Just bargains. They are not ours.”

I nodded slowly.

“The decline isn’t chance,” she went on. “Not across this many households, not over this many years. Not when the first stillbirths began the winter after the last Red Moon, and the miscarriages followed in waves every two or three cycles. Not when healers find no cause, and yet the same families fail again and again.”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, a small shift that would be easy to miss if you weren’t watching for it. Yet, he said nothing.

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“I believe,” Sister Veris said. “Someone is breaking the North from the inside. Piece by piece. I believe a witch, one with patience and skill, cursed our bloodlines. Not to kill us in battle, not to starve us at once, but to make sure our lines end while we are busy managing everything else.”

The carriage wheels hummed under us. I stared at the small iron kettle and watched the steam curl up and fade. “You think Matron Yara is part of that.”

“I cannot say without proof,” she said. “I have investigated this matter for years, but nothing came up. But I know this…..” She looked at Cassian without hiding the hesitation in her eyes. “Witches can do almost everything… if you give them the right sacrifice.”

The carriage slowed, then settled. Sister Veris cracked the door and stepped down first, waiting just outside. Cassian followed, then turned back and offered his hand to me.

I took it and climbed down. We stood in front of a small timber cabin set apart from the main buildings, shutters closed, smoke faint from the chimney. Sister Veris lifted a hand, a simple gesture asking us to follow, and led the way to the door.

Inside, the space was spare. There was a table, three chairs, a low shelf with jars and folded linens, a single iron kettle on the brazier. Before I could say a word, Sister Veris dropped to her knees on the rush mat.

“Lady Atasha,” she said, head bowed. “Please. I implore you, heal my family. Help us break this curse.”

I stared, thrown by the suddenness of it. “There’s no need to kneel,” I said quickly. “Please, stand.”

She didn’t move. “I am begging you,” she pressed, voice thinning at the edges. “You are our last hope. Please heal my family.”

I looked at Cassian. Again, he gave me a single nod.

I let out a slow breath. “Then tell me the situation.”

A maid I hadn’t noticed in the corner hurried forward, helping Sister Veris to her feet and guiding her into a chair.

Sister Veris took a moment to compose herself, then folded her hands on the table. “Because we have no heirs,” she said. “Many council houses have begun reaching out to relatives who left long ago, branches that settled in the south, in the coastal cities, or farther. We’ve brought some of them back to maintain the lines. Most of the names we found trace to families who moved west generations ago.”

West. Almost immediately, my eyes landed on Cassian. Seeing him so calm made me wonder if he already know what Sister Veris will talk about.

“The Lord is aware,” she said, to me, not to him. “He approved the searches when the last two lines failed. We sent letters, riders, even paid southern scribes for archives.”

She stood and poured the tea with steady hands and placed a cup in front of each of us before sitting back down. I took mine, letting the warmth seep into my palms, it did little to calm my thoughts, but it helped.

“Most of the heirs we’ve welcomed,” she went on. “Come from those western branches. It took years to find them, but we did. That should have been a relief.” She paused, met my eyes. “It wasn’t.”

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