LOGINAlexander’s POVMira’s nightmare was probably a consequence of her exhaustion and stress from preparing for the Harvest Festival and the coronation. She had promised me to rest more, but still, since morning, she had been supervising the festival preparations, refusing to step away even for a moment.“It turned out beautiful,” James said, looking around.Indeed, it was. The palace gardens glowed under strings of fairy lights, their soft shimmer reflected in decorations crafted from fruits and vegetables—symbols of abundance and harvest. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and sweet pastries drifting from the stalls. In the arena, archery and horse-riding competitions were set, alongside several other contests meant to entertain and challenge.“Mira and the ladies really did a good job,” I said, watching people move through the gardens with open smiles instead of guarded looks.“Your mate will make a great queen,” James remarked.I nodded, unable to stop the
Mira’s POVI did not tell Alexander anything about my little escape, nor about seeing the mysterious stranger. Some things felt safer kept silent. But from the moment I stepped back into the castle, unease settled into me, heavy and persistent—unsettled, as if something bad was supposed to happen, as if fate itself had already taken a breath and was waiting to exhale.“What’s wrong, my queen? You look pale like a ghost,” Alexander said later, once we were back in our chambers.“I am just tired and nervous about tomorrow,” I replied while brushing my hair. My reflection stared back at me—crowned, composed—but my grip on the brush tightened until the bristles bit into my scalp.“You will do great, as always. Nothing to worry about. But recently, you’ve been exhausting yourself too much,” he said, his voice full of care and love. He kissed the top of my head, lingering there. “You need to rest.”He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, placing me down gently, as if I were m
Mira’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.







