LOGINLove does not always follow the rules—it thrives in corners where no one dares to look. Kaelin Verain returns to the palace after years in exile, carrying secrets, scars, and a purpose only she understands. The kingdom teeters on the edge of political chaos, and she is the strategist tasked with restoring order. But power is not the only force she must navigate. Lord Riven, the crown’s unyielding protector, stands between her and her mission. Tall, disciplined, and impossibly magnetic, he is sworn to duty—and forbidden to desire her. Yet every glance, every brush of skin, every shared moment pulls them closer. The tension between them is like dancing on the edge of a cliff: intoxicating, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Bound by identities, oaths, and unspoken rules, Kaelin and Riven discover that desire is a silent vine, quietly entwining their hearts and igniting a fire neither can ignore. Every step they take together threatens the crown, their reputations, and the fragile line between loyalty and passion. In a palace of whispers, secret alliances, and hidden truths, some love is meant to be forbidden, and some desire is impossible to deny. Will they survive the stakes of duty while surrendering to the fire that consumes them both?
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I keep on asking myself after I parked my car.
Before opening the door, I closed my eyes and asked myself once more…
Am I doing the right thing? Do I really have to be stubborn? Do I need to be disdainful? Tsk.
This is my last chance to save my business and predominantly, my pride.
I don’t need their help either. Sigh. Thinking about my family fortunes. Tsk. I need to show them that I can do something better.
That crap tradition! I hate it!
"Whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them."
It easily to give up right? Specially to this bulsh*t world, who judge you to what you have!
I picked up a violet folder and rolled catalan at the backseat. It is the blueprint.
This time I need a good luck. Yeah. I will give on my last alas for this project. This should work. If not, it would give a big shame on my family. No. Not at all to my family who's going to suffer in mortification. The problem here is my own family. They will humiliate me, mock me, belittle and treat as a doormat.
I belong to a family that has strong belief in good and bad fortune. Well, I guess, it’s because… Us, being half-Chinese has inherited the lineage traits of being competitive and business minded.
That's bulsh*t!
Sigh. I have to fight.
I hope this morning would be lucky enough for me.
I gently open the door, sighed again as I went out. Still my mind ranging in thousand thougts about this day. When someone bulsh*t shout commanding me to...
“Heeeyyyy!! Keep out of the way!” before I could even turn, I felt her body bumped into mine, which caused us to knocked down on the floor.
“Oouchhh!” as I gather myself to unexpected things like this!
She was right on top of me.
“So-Sorry.” She immediately stood up while I still found myself sitting on the floor. Trying to cope my sight because my head hit the floor.
“Are you okay? I didn’t really mean to--." she was in panic. Then decided to pick the papers scattered on the floor. I immediately get up as well.
“Here.” gives me the papers she collect.. “Sorry.” she added.
“Oh God! Will my misfortune start with this again?! And, do I really have to receive sorry in return?! I am tired of it!” Words I want to utter in this damn world! Sh*t!
“Sorry, I was really in a hur—.”
“Fu*ck!” Yes! This is really a f*cking day!
I immediately noticed how shock she was. Her face turn pailed.
“I’m sorry.” She said once more giving the rolled catalan. I grab it with anger on my face. She bowed at me…
“I’m really sorry.” She apologized again before getting her skateboard. Turning her back to me. But I feel insulted when she faced me again.
“Sir, it is a good day to be mean! You wouldn’t really have blessing because of your attitude! Anyways, it’s your loss. I’m really sorry. Goodluck! Have a great day!” and giving me a damn sarcastic grin. That bitch really deserved my cursed a while ago. I don’t even feel a guilt! DAMN!
Have a great day?
Wow. Tss! She already ruined my day! Well, maybe she’s right! Wishing me good luck on my unfortunate day! Tsk!I was about to leave when I saw a wristlet.. I picked it up. It was a lucky charm bracelet.
I guess it is hers. Looking on her direction. Then my sight a while ago to her flash in my memory…
Her bright smile, full of positivity. Then I looked at the bracelet again…
This might be her lucky charm to avoid misfortune. Right?
Nothing would be gone if I would try to rely on luck of this thing. Not bad.
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The western corridor of the palace was never intended for wandering.Older than the rest of the castle, its stone walls bore the weight of centuries. Few servants traversed it after dusk, and fewer nobles remembered its existence.This was precisely why Aurelian had chosen it.He walked beside Kaelin with the effortless grace that had earned him his reputation at court—the charming nobleman whose beauty and indifference had made him the most eligible bachelor in Zytherra.However, the man behind the smile was far from careless.Each step tonight had a purpose.Kaelin sensed it.“You are unusually quiet,” she said softly as they walked.Aurelian glanced at her.“Observation necessitates silence.”She raised an eyebrow.“Therefore, you are observing something.”“Constantly.”Before she could ask more, voices emanated from a nearby chamber.Both of them halted abruptly.Low voices.Men.Council members.Kaelin instinctively moved toward the shadow of a heavy tapestry. Aurelian followed,
The morning sun cast elongated, pale rectangles across the polished floor of the council hall as it filtered through the high windows. Kaelin occupied a position at the far end of the chamber, not at the head where Lord Riven presided, but rather at a vantage point that afforded her a comprehensive view of every face and movement within the room. She refrained from immediate speech, as that was not her customary approach. Influence manifested itself more subtly than authority; it was the unspoken weight of observation, the unspoken command conveyed in a measured glance.Riven’s voice resonated throughout the room as he commenced the session, requesting reports on border security, trade revenues, and the status of the northern garrison. He spoke with practiced authority, characterised by its crispness and deliberateness. However, Kaelin observed a slight pause before he addressed troop allocations—a hesitation that suggested uncertainty, a question he had not explicitly expressed. She
In the council room, a distinct aroma of parchment, ink, and the lingering wax from the dying candles that adorned the hall permeated the air. Outside, the wind rustled against the palace windows, creating a gentle, intermittent drumbeat against the stone walls. Kaelin’s attention was fixed on the letters before her, meticulously detailing the diminishing harvests in the northern provinces and the minor uprisings that had begun to stir in the outer territories.She should have experienced a sense of satisfaction in the precision of her notes, the clarity of her recommendations, and the meticulous analysis she had invested in every word. However, a subtle tension had settled over her, causing each breath to feel slightly heavier. A change had transpired, although she could not yet pinpoint its exact nature.Riven entered quietly, his presence exuding a palpable pull within the room. He had been absent for several days, overseeing border patrols and mediating a dispute between two minor
As the evening settled over Zytherra, a slow, measured sigh permeated the air. Candles flickered along the stone hallways of the council building, casting shadows that danced across the high arched ceilings. Kaelin moved silently between the tables, the stack of reports and petitions before her barely acknowledging the hour. Every decision she made felt heavier than it appeared—burdened not only by her intellect but also by the echoes of a past that refused to remain buried.She had not spoken of it in years, not aloud. The exile. Twelve years had passed since she was thirteen—the same age as Seraphine, the girl who had once smiled innocently beside her at court, and now the woman whose ambition had taken root while Kaelin had been cast into obscurity. That memory had never faded. It lingered in her hands when they trembled over scrolls, in the tightness of her shoulders when she deliberated on decisions, and in the quiet moments when she dared to let her thoughts wander. She had lear
The adjustment was imperceptible.It manifested incrementally, so minute that they could have been mistaken for courtesy.The following morning, Kaelin refrained from seeking Riven before council.Not because she avoided him.But because she no longer anticipated his presence.A distinction had eme
The second falter occurred in public, not in private.It transpired before witnesses.The Grand Hall was abuzz with early-season diplomacy—provincial governors, military commanders, merchant envoys, all assembled for fiscal reaffirmations prior to spring campaigns. It was a routine, structured, and
The first sign was not visible in the court.It was visible in the King’s handwriting.Kaelin noticed it before anyone else.The signature at the bottom of the decree trembled slightly — not enough for the council to remark upon, not enough for the scribes to whisper, but enough for someone who had
The city of Zytherra did not sleep deeply.It only pretended to.Beneath the polished facades of merchant houses and the glowing lanterns along the southern avenue, conversations moved in coded phrases. Doors opened without sound. Letters changed hands without seals.And in the lower quarter—where


















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