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A Letter From An Enemy

Author: Alwyn Wynter
last update publish date: 2026-08-19 15:50:07

Gwenriel

I've been in the palace for more than a week now, and my stomach has a bump.

It's small, barely noticeable beneath the loose cut of my gowns, but I feel it every time I press my hand against it.

Miriam says it's early yet for it to show at all. She says some women don't show this early and that I should be grateful, careful, and quiet about it in equal measure.

I've grown tired of being all three at once.

What's changed most this week isn't the bump, though. It's Brythil.

He found a
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  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    A Crown In Peril

    Gwenriel The west courtyard was already crowded by the time we reached it, torches lit in a hurried, uneven ring around a cluster of guards and servants gathered near the fountain.Someone had laid the king out on the stone bench beside it, a cloak folded hastily beneath his head, and even from a distance, I could see how wrong his stillness looked.Brythil pushed through the gathered crowd without a word, and I followed closely behind, my heart climbing into my throat with every step."How long has he been like this?" Brythil knelt beside the bench, two fingers pressed to his father's throat."Not long, Your Highness." The physician crouched on the opposite side, a thin older man I recognized vaguely from the healing wing, his hands moving quickly and methodically over the king's still form."A steward found him collapsed near his study not a quarter-hour ago. His pulse is weak but steady. Breathing is shallow.""Poison?" The word came out low and sharp.The physician hesitated, whi

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Conditions Of A Curse

    Gwenriel I read it twice before I trusted myself to look up. Brythil hadn't moved, watching my face with the careful stillness of a man bracing for something."What terms," I said quietly, "has he not told me?""Gwenriel—""She's very specific, Brythil. She wouldn't write something like this unless she thought it would actually unsettle me."My hands had gone cold around the parchment. "So either she's lying to plant doubt where there isn't any reason for it, or she isn't."He was quiet for a long moment, and in that silence, I felt something shift beneath the warmth of the evening we'd just been sharing.The fire, his hand on my stomach, the fragile, ordinary peace of it all suddenly fraying at the edges."There's a second condition," he said finally, his voice low. "To the curse breaking. One I didn't tell you because I hoped it would never matter."My stomach turned, and this time it had nothing to do with the pregnancy."Tell me now," I said.Brythil didn't sit back down. He stoo

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    A Letter From An Enemy

    Gwenriel I've been in the palace for more than a week now, and my stomach has a bump. It's small, barely noticeable beneath the loose cut of my gowns, but I feel it every time I press my hand against it.Miriam says it's early yet for it to show at all. She says some women don't show this early and that I should be grateful, careful, and quiet about it in equal measure.I've grown tired of being all three at once.What's changed most this week isn't the bump, though. It's Brythil.He found a healer three days after the reception—an old woman from the eastern villages, brought in quietly through the servants' entrance so no one in the court would ask questions about why the crown prince suddenly needed a physician who specialized in nothing anyone could name.She brews something dark and bitter-smelling in a copper kettle every evening now, just before dusk, and Brythil drinks it without complaint.Though I've watched his face when he thinks I'm not looking, and I know exactly how mu

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    The Enemy Within

    *Gwenriel*Brythil didn't wait for the music to finish or for the guests to notice we had gone.His hand closed around mine, and within moments, we were moving quickly through a side corridor, away from the noise. The guard was half a step behind us."Say it again," Brythil said once the heavy doors had shut behind us and the corridor had gone quiet. "All of it.""Four riders," the guard replied. "No house colors, no banners—nothing that marks them. They rode in behind her carriage and stopped at the edge of the eastern road instead of coming through the gates. My man watched them the entire time she was inside. The moment the doors closed behind her, they moved south.""South," Brythil repeated, something tightening behind his eyes. "Toward the old temple.""That's my guess too."I looked between them. "What's at the old temple?"Brythil hesitated slightly before he answered. "It's where the curse was

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Forgotten Betrothal

    *Gwenriel*The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse in my ears."Lady Sera," the king said finally, recovering his voice before anyone else did. "This is... unexpected.""I imagine it is." Sera's gaze hadn't moved from Brythil, not once, not even to acknowledge the king who had addressed her.She crossed the hall with unhurried grace. "I heard rumors on the road that the crown prince had taken a bride. I confess I didn't believe them until I saw the invitations myself.""You weren't sent an invitation," Brythil said."No." A faint, humorless smile touched her lips. "I wasn't. I came anyway."Kael set his goblet down on the nearest table before stepping closer. "Sera. It's been what, three years?""Four." Her eyes finally left Brythil long enough to sweep over me, slow and assessing, from the crown of my head to where my hand still rested in his.Something flickered behind her exp

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Unwelcomed Guest

    *Gwenriel*The ceremony itself had been small, exactly as Brythil promised. A handful of witnesses gathered in the eastern courtyard. Vows were spoken quickly under the pale sky. But the celebration that followed was not small at all."The king insisted," Brythil said, adjusting the collar of his coat as we stood outside the doors to the great hall. "Small ceremony, large reception. His compromise, apparently.""You could have refused.""I tried." His mouth curved, though the tension hadn't left his shoulders. "He reminded me that a prince marrying a servant girl already gives the nobility enough to whisper about. Denying them a party would only make it worse."I glanced toward the enormous doors. Even from where we stood, I could hear music spilling through them.I smoothed a hand down the front of my gown. Pale gold this time, chosen deliberately for daylight and for a room full of windows instead of candlelight.A hall full of nobles, wine, and a prince whose control frayed once th

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