Maximillian A heavy silence stretched in the chamber after my words. The kind of silence that made the air feel too thick to breathe.King Anthony’s smile faltered, the faintest crack in his polished mask. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest of his chair as if weighing whether to lash out or laugh it off.“You’re a bold young man,” he finally said, his tone clipped. “Very bold.”I held his gaze. Bold? No. Just tired of being pushed around by people who think they own the world.His eyes narrowed. “Most men would kill for the chance I’m offering you.”“Then perhaps you should find one of them,” I replied evenly. My voice was calm, almost polite, but the defiance was unmistakable.For a moment, his jaw tightened. I could almost see the fury simmering beneath his kingly composure. But then, to my surprise, he chuckled. Low at first, then louder.“You really don’t care for titles or riches, do you?” he mused. “No wonder she likes you. You’re not like the other fools who prostrated
Maximillian A few weeks later, Miranda made it her life’s mission to make mine even more miserable than it already was. Every damn day, she showed up at Edwina’s house like a plague that wouldn’t go away. It was almost comical—if it hadn’t been so irritating—that Evelyn, in her quiet rebellion, decided to have her own fun. She always made sure she was the one to meet Miranda at the door, her sweet smile masking the venom in her words as she told her I wasn’t around.Of course, I was home every single time. Hiding. Watching. Fighting the urge to go out there and strangle the princess with her own royal scarf. Evelyn knew it, too. That was her way of avenging me, though I couldn’t figure out what Miranda had done to get under her skin so badly. Whatever the reason, I was grateful.Apparently, Miranda’s persistence had begun to irritate Edwina too, because one afternoon, while I was crouched outside washing the dirt from my feet after hours at the farms, she walked up to me. She didn
Maximillian The days blurred into one another, each one heavier than the last. Between falling ill just weeks after working on that cursed pig farm, making desperate yet pathetic attempts to win back Edwina’s good graces—and failing miserably every single time, keeping an eye out for the return of my father’s bodyguards, and trying to dodge the suffocating claws of a spoiled, persistent princess, I was exhausted.More than exhausted. Some nights, the thought of ending it all—just snuffing myself out and getting it over with—clung to me like a shadow.I sat on a makeshift chair behind the house, my head buried in my hands, wishing for silence, wishing for escape, when the familiar sound of tires crunching on gravel broke through my thoughts. My heart seized in my chest.Damn it. They’ve come for me. Father’s finally had enough.The idea of his bodyguards dragging me back by force, back into the cage I’d fled from, sent me spiraling toward the edge of a panic attack. My chest grew tigh
Edwina What are you doing here, Justice? Here to apologize? Or here to remind me exactly why I should’ve kept my mouth shut?And yet… his eyes found mine instantly. There was no smirk this time. No casual arrogance. Just a stillness that made my stomach tighten.The sight of him hit me like a spark to dry tinder—instant fury, no hesitation. I knew exactly why he was standing there, waiting for me, and it wasn’t for anything I wanted to hear.When his eyes locked on mine, I chose to look right through him, my steps steady, purposeful. Let him feel what it was like to be invisible.I didn’t slow my steps, but my heartbeat betrayed me—loud, uneven, impossible to ignore.“Edwina.” His voice followed me, but I didn’t slow down.Then his hand closed around my arm.I jerked away as if his touch seared my skin—which, to be fair, it did. Not in the romantic, shiver-down-your-spine kind of way. No, this was pure burn, the kind that ignites every ounce of resentment you’ve been holding back.Be
Maximillian The bell above the door jingled as I walked into Cream and Crust, the familiar scent of coffee and sugar wrapping around me like a fleeting comfort. My eyes scanned the café, searching automatically for Edwina’s sisters. Please don’t let it be all three of them here. I can barely handle one of them without getting grilled alive.Relief loosened my chest when I spotted Esther working behind the counter. Alone. She was busy with a customer, so I lingered near the pastry display, pretending to study the muffins while silently rehearsing what I was going to say.I need help. I messed up. I hurt Edwina and I don’t even know if I can fix this.The customer left, and I made a beeline for Esther.“Hi, Justice.” She smiled, cheerful and unsuspecting. “Fancy seeing you here.”“I need your help,” I said, skipping any preamble. Subtlety was a luxury I didn’t have right now.Esther arched a brow, half-amused, half-curious. “Uh oh. What did you do?” Then her expression shifted knowing
Leonidas The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from the gardens. The gravel crunched softly beneath my boots as I walked away from the terrace, away from Beth’s worried eyes and Julian’s guilty silence. Out here, the walls of the palace felt less suffocating, but the weight inside my chest remained.I found him. The thought circled in my mind, echoing like a distant bell. He’s alive.That should have been enough to quiet the storm inside me. For months, I had prayed for nothing more than a sign — just proof he still walked this earth. Now that I had it, relief warred with something far more complicated.Why hadn’t he come back? Why did my son, my heir, feel safer with strangers than with his own family?I stopped at the edge of the fountain, the moonlight reflecting off the still water. My reflection stared back at me — older than I remembered, the lines around my eyes deeper, the weight of the crown etched into every crease.When had I failed him?Max had been st