로그인Aella POVThe silence lingering in the hospital wing felt heavier after Sol’s words.History repeating itself.The thought settled over everyone uneasily because none of us could deny it.Three kingdoms.Three children.Three expectations already beginning to form before they were even born.Then—Queen Silveira laughed.Not mockingly.Softly.Almost fondly.The healer Queen stepped closer to the bed, silver robes flowing around her as she looked between Sol and me with an expression that carried centuries of memory.“There were four children in total,” she said calmly.The room stilled immediately.“Elias was the fourth.”Something tightened painfully in my chest.Queen Silveira sighed softly.“The only one not given an automatic kingdom,” she continued. “Even as he lived within the sanctuary, he held no control over it.”The words landed heavily.Because suddenly—I understood.Not just the cruelty Elias suffered.The isolation.The feeling of standing beside greatness while never t
Aella POVThe room had not recovered from the revelation of the third child when the air shifted again.Power rippled softly through the hospital wing.Then—All three Queens materialized.The healer Queen stood closest to me, her silver eyes still fixed on my stomach with visible concern and fascination. Queen Alors appeared calmer, though I could see the tension hidden beneath her composed expression.The central Queen, however—Looked emotional.Not fearful.Hopeful.Her gaze locked onto the monitor displaying the three heartbeats, and for a brief moment she looked centuries younger.Order stepped forward slowly, his attention focused entirely on the screen.The monitor pulsed softly.Three heartbeats echoed through the room.Steady.Alive.“One heir for each kingdom,” Order said quietly.Silence followed.The weight of the statement settled heavily over everyone present.“This is more than we ever thought possible,” he continued.Chaos laughed immediately.Bright.Delighted.“Oh,
Aella POVThe room remained silent except for the sound of the heartbeats echoing softly through the monitors.Fast.Slow.Alive.I couldn’t stop staring at the screen.Neither could Sol.Something in my chest had completely unraveled the moment I heard them for the first time. The fear, the pressure, the endless responsibilities waiting outside these walls—None of it mattered for those few seconds.Only them.Only our children.Beatriz, however, suddenly frowned.Not lightly.Deeply.The kind of expression doctors made right before delivering terrible news.My stomach tightened immediately.“What?” Sol asked sharply beside me.Beatriz looked between us slowly.Then blinked.“Wait,” she said carefully. “When exactly were you planning on informing me that you were pregnant with triplets?”Silence.Complete silence.I felt my entire body go cold.“What?”Beatriz stared at us.“You’re having triplets.”Sol paled instantly beside me.Actually paled.I turned toward him so fast I nearly s
Aella POVThe moment Beatriz finished speaking, the castle reacted.Glowing arrows appeared on the floor instantly, bright silver lines forming across the polished stone before extending down one of the hallways.Pamela jumped.“Oh come on,” she complained. “Why does the castle keep doing that?”Chaos laughed loudly beside us.“Because it enjoys being dramatic.”The arrows pulsed again as if offended by the delay.Chaos pointed toward them with a grin.“You should probably follow those.”Marcus sighed deeply. “I miss normal buildings.”“There is no such thing anymore,” Pamela informed him gravely before immediately following the arrows.The rest of us moved after her.The castle corridors shifted subtly as we walked, walls widening and lights brightening the farther we advanced. The sanctuary itself seemed eager now, almost excited, guiding us deeper inside its structure.Then the hallway opened.I stopped.Because what waited beyond looked unmistakably like a hospital wing.Not ancie
Chapter — The Mark of the SanctuaryAella POV“Get in line,” Sol said calmly.The authority in his voice made everyone actually obey immediately.Marcus moved first, guiding Beatriz forward while Pamela remained behind him, still looking equal parts nervous and fascinated by everything happening around her.The clearing had changed again.The sanctuary itself seemed alert now, awake in a way it had not been before. The flowers shimmered brighter, the air carried visible traces of light drifting lazily around us, and the portal behind me pulsed steadily with silver-blue energy.Sol stood at the center of it all.Steady.Grounded.Powerful.He looked toward Beatriz first.“You’re first.”Beatriz narrowed her eyes slightly. “I’m beginning to question every decision that led me here.”Chaos grinned immediately. “That means you’re adapting wonderfully.”She ignored him completely and stepped in front of Sol.To my surprise, Sol gently took both her hands in his.The moment they touched—Po
Aella POVChaos clasped his hands together, looking far too entertained by the entire situation.“Well,” he said brightly, “normally this would involve ancient rituals, blood offerings, sacred vows, and enough dramatic chanting to satisfy even me.”Pamela visibly paled.Chaos grinned wider.“But since the sanctuary has not had active monarchs in centuries…” He gestured lazily toward Sol and me. “You two have to determine a new method of swearing them in.”Marcus blinked slowly.“So you’re telling me there’s no actual procedure?”“There was a procedure,” Order corrected calmly. “It simply no longer applies.”“That sounds deeply unsafe,” Pamela muttered.I ignored them and focused instead on what my essence had told me earlier.Recognition.Binding.A fragment of power.I inhaled slowly before stepping forward.“I know how to do it,” I said quietly.Everyone looked at me.“I’ll infuse a small amount of my Monarch power into them,” I explained. “Not enough to truly alter them, more like…
The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Drag
Samantha’s voice, though raspy, carried an ancient authority that made the room go still. She leaned forward, her violet eyes burning with a desperate warning. "The Altar of the First Flame is not just a pile of ruins," she whispered, her gaze darting between Sol and me. "It is an ancient legend,
Maxwell was gone. Truly gone.For a flickering second, a memory I had tried to bury surfaced. I remembered his laughter as a pup, high and bright. I remembered him rolling around in the dirt with Caleb and Jax, four children making a mess of the world. He used to help me in ways no one else dared,
The announcement arrived via a royal scroll at breakfast: a Medieval Masquerade Gala. Attendance was mandatory for all towers. The King’s decree was clear—this wasn't just a party; it was a showcase of the hierarchy. "A group entrance," Marcus proposed, leaning back with a grin that was all sharp







