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At What Odds

Auteur: PenWrites
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-12 11:09:20

Lila’s P.O.V

I never thought I would fall in love with being queen.

Not the title itself—the heavy word still sat awkwardly on my tongue when I said it aloud—but the life that had grown around it like ivy finally finding the right wall to climb. Mornings began with sunlight pouring through tall windows onto silk sheets still warm from Lucian’s body. Afternoons were filled with the children’s laughter echoing off stone walls that had once felt like a prison. Evenings ended with candlelight dinne
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  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   At What Odds

    Lila’s P.O.VI never thought I would fall in love with being queen.Not the title itself—the heavy word still sat awkwardly on my tongue when I said it aloud—but the life that had grown around it like ivy finally finding the right wall to climb. Mornings began with sunlight pouring through tall windows onto silk sheets still warm from Lucian’s body. Afternoons were filled with the children’s laughter echoing off stone walls that had once felt like a prison. Evenings ended with candlelight dinners where Shayla insisted on sitting on Lucian’s lap so she could “help” him cut his lamb, Lucas asked endless questions about guitars and stars, and Aiden smeared gravy across Lucian’s sleeve without either of them minding.And the nights…God, the nights.Lucian and I had rediscovered each other in ways I hadn’t known were possible. The first weeks after the coronation had been tentative—careful touches, quiet kisses, both of us still half-expecting the world to crash through the door and take

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    Lila’s P.O.VThe news of the cancelled rent increase spread through Blackwood faster than wildfire in dry grass.By mid-morning the next day, the south-side tenants already knew. I heard it first from the kitchen maids who brought breakfast trays to the suite—two young women, barely older than Shayla would be in ten years, whispering to each other as they arranged silver and porcelain.“She tore it up,” one said, eyes wide. “Right in front of Lady Serena. Ripped it to pieces and let it fall like snow.”The other laughed under her breath. “And the new king told them to leave. Said he’d crush them if they tried again.”They both glanced at me then—quick, shy, smiling—and curtsied before slipping out.I stood at the window with a cup of tea that had gone cold in my hand, watching the gardens below. Gardeners were already at work, raking the last of the winter leaves, planting early tulip bulbs in neat rows. One of them—an older man with a limp I remembered from childhood—paused, looked u

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    Lila’s P.O.VThe small council chamber felt smaller every time we stepped inside it.By the third morning the air already carried the ghost of yesterday’s argument—stale coffee, the faint metallic edge of Kai’s cologne, the low burn of Lucian’s anger that never quite cooled. The long table stood between us like a scar, its polished surface reflecting the lamplight in thin, nervous streaks. Six high-backed chairs, all empty except the two at the far end where Serena and Kai sat shoulder to shoulder, hands clasped so tightly their knuckles showed white. No elders. No scribes. No witnesses. Just the four of us again, locked in the same room, the same fight, the same stakes.Serena spoke first, voice clipped and bright with false courtesy.“The south-side decree stands,” she said. “The increase is necessary. The estate cannot continue subsidizing tenants indefinitely. Repairs to the main house alone will cost—”Lucian cut her off before she could finish the sentence.“No one on the south

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    Lila’s P.O.VMadam Lavinge closed the door behind her with the softest click, but it sounded like a gavel in the sudden hush of the suite. For a heartbeat neither Lucian nor I moved. The air still carried the faint musk of our bodies, the lavender oil on my skin, the cedar smoke that always clung to him after a long day. My legs were unsteady, my thighs still trembling from the way he’d held me open and taken me apart only minutes earlier. Yet the urgency in her voice had sliced clean through the afterglow like cold steel.Lucian exhaled once—sharp, controlled—then turned to me.“We need to move,” he said.I nodded, already reaching for the navy dress I’d worn to the affirmation ceremony earlier that day. It lay crumpled over the arm of the chaise like a shed skin. My fingers shook as I pulled it on; Lucian stepped behind me, fastening the hooks at the back with steady hands. His touch lingered a second longer than necessary—thumb brushing the sensitive skin between my shoulder blades—

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