LOGINMira’s POV “Please, let’s fly,” Asfar nagged me. “We deserve to unwind.” The last two days had been relentless—planning the Harvest Festival and the crown ceremony, practising the dance over and over so I wouldn’t embarrass myself. On the positive side, Alexander had been with me during all the scarce free moments in his hectic schedule, and Grace was completely out of the picture. I was happy. Asfar was happy too, but the walls of the palace still felt suffocating, and she kept nagging nonstop to fly, her impatience contagious. “You know it’s not safe. We’re still a target of someone mysterious. Or maybe we could invite our parents or Marina to join us,” I suggested, though even I felt the itch of freedom calling. “You know Dad is in meetings, and Mom and Marina are busy planning. I think if the castle were on fire, they still wouldn’t stop the tablecloth selection mission or arguing over which shade of pink the flow
Mira’s POVThe next morning, Alexander served me breakfast in bed and was sweeter than sugar. He moved around the room with quiet care, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm between us. Every smile, every soft touch felt like a promise—not loud or dramatic, but sincere. Through the bond, I sensed his relief, his devotion steady and warm, and it eased something tight inside my chest.Another surprise came later from Marina when we gathered in the banquet hall to plan the crown ceremony. The hall buzzed with light voices and gentle excitement, and for once it didn’t feel overwhelming.“Sister, so you’ve added more work to our list. Now we’re also planning the Harvest Festival and your studio design,” Marina teased.“Stop ranting,” my mother chimed in. “We all know you love planning events, and since you’ll be staying in the North Kingdom, planning the Harvest Festival will help you learn more about the kingdom.”“I was just joking. I love planning events,” Marina replied softly, smil
Mira’s POV “My love, did you tell Alexander that you came here?” Dorrin asked, absentmindedly playing with a strand of my hair, his fingers warm and grounding. The mere reminder of Alexander snapped me violently back from heaven to reality, the softness of the moment cracking like glass. “Why does it matter?” I snapped, bitterness spilling out before I could stop it. “It’s not like he cares anyway. He has Grace to worry about.” I pressed my lips into a thin line, trying to hold myself together. “He must have terribly screwed up,” Dorrin said gently, “but he is still your mate. What did he do? I felt a storm of emotions through the bond before you appeared—rage, pain, confusion.” He kissed my shoulder, slow and comforting. “He betrayed me with Grace,” I spat, the words burning as they left my mouth, reopening a wound that hadn’t even begun to heal. “Did you feel the pain of betrayal?” he asked, pulling me closer, his arms wrapping around me protectively, trying to soothe what he
Mira’s POVI had trusted him once before. I had believed him with every fibre of my being. And he had broken me—Alexander and Liora. The memory of that betrayal still haunted me, sharp and bitter, like a wound that refused to heal. I thought I could survive it, that I could keep loving, keep trusting. But seeing him now with Grace, wrapping her in the same tenderness he once reserved only for me, that betrayal cut just as deep—maybe even deeper. My chest tightened, my stomach knotted, and the ache in my heart was unbearable. How could he lie so easily, pretending nothing had changed, pretending I was still the only one?He was convincing me that they were just friends, that I was the only one in his heart, in his life, in his bed. And I tried to believe him. I really tried.But now… now I couldn’t.Alexander was kneeling in front of Grace, gently embracing her like she was the most precious thing in his life. He lied to me again. Again he shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.
Alexander’s POV I was wrapping up documents in my study, and again and again, Mira’s face flashed through my mind. The cold way she had looked at me—and the warmth of her gaze when she looked at the Royal Commander, the king now—hurt more than a dagger ever could. Of course, he was Mr. Perfect, who never made mistakes, a saint, an angel himself, nothing compared to me— I ran my hands over my face, trying to shake the thoughts, but they clung like shadows. I hated myself for letting it happen, hated that I had let pride and fear dictate my words, and now Mira was paying the price. “Stop ranting. You lied to her about your past with Grace,” Velkan growled in my mind. “I was intimate with Grace five years ago. It does not matter now. The past is the past,” I replied, brushing my fingers through my hair, though my voice sounded hollow even to me. “You still chose to lie to her instead of coming clean. She would understand,” Velkan shot back. “So smart of you to judge. So tell me, w
Mira’s POV Handsome like a God. He always was but now a crown was resting on his red curls adding him even more confident and regal look. For a heartbeat, everything else blurred—the walls, the tension, the ache I carried. There was only him. I ran and jumped into his arms, feeling warm and safe in my mate's embrace. The weight on my chest loosened instantly, like I had been holding my breath for days without realising it. "I felt daily that you are unsettled and stressed through the bond so I came to check on you", said Dorrin softly, kissing the top of my head. His voice alone was enough to steady me. He always knew. Always felt me. "I am happy to see you", I whispered. Next to him I felt warm and peaceful. His presence grounded me, calming my storm. With Dorrin, the chaos inside me quieted, even if only for a moment. "Why were you running?" He asked. I wanted to say it is nothing. But would it not be a lie? I would be a hypocrite mad at Alexander for lying while now I wou







