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Chapter Fifty Three: The Passages

Author: Crown Summers
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 18:51:46

Mirabel turned the brush over in her hand, her thumb tracing the wolf-head engraving.

"Homage," she repeated, her voice gentle. "Is that what they call it now? Sending the puppy back to the kennel to remind the breeder who owns it?"

"It’s a tradition," I insisted, though the word felt brittle in my mouth. "The Prince wanted to honor my family."

"Father doesn’t deserve honor, and we both know the Prince didn't send you here to be kind. He sent you with an attendant who looks like he’s ready t
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  • Bride Of The Beast   Chapter Fifty Three: The Passages

    Mirabel turned the brush over in her hand, her thumb tracing the wolf-head engraving. "Homage," she repeated, her voice gentle. "Is that what they call it now? Sending the puppy back to the kennel to remind the breeder who owns it?" "It’s a tradition," I insisted, though the word felt brittle in my mouth. "The Prince wanted to honor my family." "Father doesn’t deserve honor, and we both know the Prince didn't send you here to be kind. He sent you with an attendant who looks like he’s ready to slit a throat for breathing too loud." She set the brush down with a soft clack. "You’re hiding, Raven. You’ve always been a terrible liar, now the question is why?” I shifted in the chair. "I’m not hiding.” "Is that why you're in Danica's room?" Mirabel stepped closer. "Father is terrified. He’s displaced his favorite daughter for you, and he’s keeping me in the passages like a shameful secret. He’s betting everything on the hope that you can keep playing the bride as long as it takes." “W

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    The King’s footsteps faded into the stone corridors, leaving a heavy, curdled silence behind. One by one, the Council members retreated. Their robes hissed against the floor like snakes in the grass as they hurried away. I stood there, chest tight, waiting for Eilis to look at me.He didn’t.He stayed on the floor, hands buried in the matted fur of Osric and Elian. He whispered to them in a guttural sound that wasn't quite human. I took a step forward, reaching out, but he didn't notice. He was completely focused on his brothers.Slowly, the three of them stood up. They moved as one, with Eilis leading the way toward the doors. His shoulder brushed past mine as he walked out, but his eyes remained fixed ahead. I stayed frozen in the center of the empty hall. His silence felt worse than any threat the King could have made."Raven."I looked back to see Aria wiping her tears. She stood beside me, watching the door where the three brothers had disappeared. She looked at the empty thron

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