登入Aella POVThe slap echoed through the sanctuary halls like a thunderclap.For one horrifying second, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Then Hunter stepped forward instantly, placing himself partially between the Queens and Sol’s mother.“Okay,” he said slowly, hands raised carefully. “Maybe we all calm down before the immortal magical royalty starts assaulting people—”Queen Genoviva lifted her hand slightly.And the world stopped.Literally.Everything froze.Marcus halted mid-step.Pamela stopped breathing.Chaos remained stuck with his mouth half open in what was probably going to become an incredibly inappropriate joke.Even the air itself seemed suspended.Only Sol and I remained capable of moving.I felt the sanctuary recognize us instantly.Its monarchs.Its rulers.Its equals.Cold spread through my body.Not fear.Instinct.Because Queen Genoviva did not look angry.She looked betrayed.The younger Queen slowly walked toward Sol’s mother while the rest of the world remained froz
Aella POVWe stayed wrapped around each other for a long time.Long enough that eventually even Chaos stopped making comments.Sol refused to let go of my hand afterward, keeping his fingers intertwined with mine like he thought I might disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.Honestly?I understood the feeling.We sat together in the throne room while everyone slowly settled around us, and for the first time since this nightmare began, the void castle felt almost alive again.Warmer.Balanced.The shadows no longer writhed aggressively through the halls now that sunlight moved among them.They danced instead.Curious.Peaceful.Like the void itself had relaxed now that Sol returned.I leaned against him while he explained everything that had happened.The prison.The chains.Elias trying to compel him.The way Elias saw into mis mind and discovered we were having more than one child.By the time Sol explained how Elias entered his mind and learned about the triplets, Marcus l
Aella POV Sol was back. I felt it before anyone told me. Before the castle reacted. Before Chaos started laughing somewhere in the distance. The shadows screamed. Not in fear. In shock. There was light in the void. Warmth. Sunlight. Balance. And suddenly— I understood. Sol truly was my opposite. My balance. Where I carried darkness that glittered like stars, Sol carried sunlight capable of piercing the void itself. The realization filled my chest painfully. He was alive. Alive. I wasted no time. The moment the bond strengthened fully again, I opened a portal directly into the void castle. The shadows parted instantly around me as if guiding me home. Or toward him. Voices echoed through the halls as I moved quickly through the corridors. Well— As quickly as someone days away from giving birth to magical triplets could move. Honestly, it felt less like running and more like aggressively waddling with determination. I could hear Leo speaking animatedly from t
Sol POVThe path of sunlight finally reached the edge of the corridor.The corrupted shadows hissed violently as the golden light carved a narrow opening through the darkness, just wide enough for us to pass.Not enough to destroy the shadows entirely.Just enough to survive.I exhaled slowly.“Okay,” I murmured.The sunlight trembled faintly beneath my control.“Everyone stay close.”Aurora immediately grabbed my arm while Leo positioned himself protectively beside our mother again.Marcus glanced between the shadows and me.“You can hold this long enough?”“Probably.”Hunter snorted.“That is not reassuring.”Honestly?Fair.The suppressants, the constant healing, Elias trying repeatedly to beat me to death—it had all drained more power than I wanted to admit.But I only needed seconds.I stepped forward first.The shadows recoiled violently from the sunlight coating my skin while the narrow golden pathway held steady beneath our feet.One step.Two.Three.The corrupted darkness lu
Sol POVThe footsteps moved closer through the corridor until two figures finally emerged from the darkness.Hunter.Marcus.Relief hit me so hard I nearly laughed again.I could finally see their faces clearly beneath the sunlight now stretching across the stone floor.Hunter looked exhausted and covered in grime while Marcus carried enough weapons to start his own war personally.Honestly?Fair.Before I could even speak, Hunter looked around the prison with narrowed eyes.“I doubt Queen Aella would let him disappear just to avoid the responsibility of becoming a father,” he drawled dryly.Marcus snorted immediately.Hunter crossed his arms.“So…” His gaze shifted toward the cage. “How do we get you out?”Marcus blinked once before looking directly at me.“…Why are you not getting yourself out?”I stared at both of them for one long second.Then laughed.Actually laughed.“You idiots,” I muttered.The tension in the corridor eased instantly.“We thought you were guards, monsters, or
Sol POVI smiled slowly.There was sunlight.And with sunlight—I could fight back.The realization settled inside me instantly, sharp and certain enough that the frozen flame beneath my skin reacted immediately.The faint sunlight filtering down the staircase at the end of the corridor barely illuminated anything, only thin rays slipping through cracks above, but it was enough.Enough for me.I closed my eyes briefly and reached toward it instinctively.Toward warmth.Toward light.Toward the part of my power I had barely begun understanding.To my surprise—The sunlight answered immediately.My breath caught softly.Not resistance.Not struggle.Recognition.The sunrise itself seemed to react to me, the golden light trembling faintly before pulling closer like it recognized something within my soul.The Monarch power pulsed warmly.The frozen flame steadied.And the sunlight moved.Aurora gasped softly behind my mother as the faint rays slowly expanded across the corridor floor.It
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
Two months had passed since the cafeteria incident, and the hierarchy of the Imperial Tower had shifted permanently. Amelie had leaned fully into her "victim" persona, limping through the halls and wearing silk scarves to hide bruises that had long since healed. She whispered to anyone who would li
The arena was a theater of carnage. Maxwell stood on the sands, his chest heaving, his wolf pushing so hard against his skin that his eyes were a constant, unstable amber. Sol stood opposite him, calm and immovable. Before the first blow was struck, Pamela stepped onto the lower ridge of the stand
The middle of the day was a grueling marathon of mental gymnastics. Finance Class was a joke; I ended up correcting the professor's tax-haven models while Sol watched with a smirk that said he’d already moved his gold to my recommended accounts. Theater was even more surreal—the "Acting Method" was







