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221 My Mother’s Last Lever 2
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Tempting the Wrong Prince 221 My Mother’s Last Lever 2
Richard’s POVThe palace felt different at this hour, more guarded, more tense. Every corner held armed men. Every radio crackled. The walls themselves seemed to hum with paranoia.But my focus narrowed to one thing:My mother.The architect of too much pain.The woman who always believed she could push and push and push and never face consequences.We reached her corridor.Her guards stiffened when they saw me.I didn’t slow.One of them stepped forward. “Your Highness, Her Majesty is resting, ”I didn’t even look at him properly.“Move,” I said.He hesitated, and that hesitation was a mistake.Arden’s voice came low behind me, like a warning. “If you don’t move, you’ll be the one resting.”The guard stepped aside immediately.I pushed open the doors to my mother’s chambers without knocking.The room smelled like expensive perfume and polished wood. It was dim, the curtains drawn, the lighting low. Everything in here was designed for comfort. Everything was soft and luxurious and ins
Tempting the Wrong Prince 220 My Mother’s Last Lever
Richard’s POVWalking back to my wing should have felt familiar.It should have felt like returning to the one part of the palace that still belonged to me, the one corridor where the guards nodded without suspicion, the rooms where the staff knew my schedule, the doors that opened without hesitation because the Crown Prince did not knock in his own home.But nothing felt like mine anymore.Not after the hospital.Not after the test result that turned my children into strangers and my sacrifice into stupidity.Not after Father collapsed in front of us and we discovered poison didn’t only exist in stories and old royal gossip, it existed in our blood now.And definitely not after Silvia told me they found the same poison in my system.I kept my face calm as I walked, because calm was how a future king survived panic. Calm was how you prevented a palace from feeding on your fear. Calm was how you protected everyone who depended on your steadiness.But inside my chest, something kept cra
Tempting the Wrong Prince 219 The Poison That Chose Its Targets 2
Arden’s POVRichard continued quickly, practical, like his mind had already shifted into protection mode.“She and I have eaten the same meals,” he said. “From the same kitchen. If it’s in my system, ”Then it could be in hers.The thought hit me so hard I felt it in my stomach.Cassy.In Richard’s wing.Already arrested.Already accused.Already trapped.Already vulnerable.If poison isn't found in her system, it would be another weapon against her. Another reason for the palace to claim she was involved. Another reason to bury her.Or worse, it could actually hurt her body.And that thought made something cold and violent rise in me.Silvia nodded immediately.“That’s reasonable,” she said. “I’ll send someone to your wing to get her sample. Just to be sure.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said, and his tone carried an edge that made the nurse nearby flinch. “I’ll go.”Silvia hesitated. “Your Highness, ”Richard cut her off. “I’m not leaving her in that wing without knowing.”He d
Tempting the Wrong Prince 218 The Poison That Chose Its Targets
Arden’s POVThe corridor outside the ICU had its own kind of time.It didn’t move like normal time. It stretched and tightened and snapped back again depending on what the doors did, whether they opened, whether they stayed shut, whether a nurse walked out with a neutral expression or a doctor came out with a face that already carried the weight of a decision.People talked in low tones here. Even the security men lowered their voices instinctively, as if loudness might jinx survival. The air smelled like disinfectant and metal and stale coffee, an ugly cocktail of emergency and routine.Father was still behind the glass.Still hooked to machines.Still breathing, but not in a way that felt like control.And even though Silvia had earlier told us he was stable, the word stable didn’t comfort me the way it should have. Stable was what doctors said when they didn’t want you to panic. Stable was what they said when things could change in minutes.Richard stood near the observation panel
Tempting the Wrong Prince 217 The Call That Didn’t Need a Trace
Arden’s POVA revolution message sprayed on palace walls.My jaw tightened, but I forced my voice to remain steady.“What do you mean by that?” I asked.Roger’s laughter returned immediately, and this time it was almost delighted, like he enjoyed the way my question revealed interest.He didn’t answer directly.He laughed like a man who knew something and loved knowing it.“You don’t see it,” he said. “You don’t even understand how easy it will be.”I kept my voice calm, but there was a sharper edge now.“Explain,” I demanded.Roger chuckled, slow and cruel.“I don’t need to make the move to take the country,” he said. “Taking Eldenwald would be easy.”My blood ran colder.Because it wasn’t just a threat.It was confidence.The kind of confidence you had when you had already planted something.When you had already bought someone.When you already knew the doors were open.He kept talking, voice almost conversational, like he was discussing weather.“Especially with Queen Ivana’s help,
Tempting the Wrong Prince 216 The Call That Didn’t Need a Trace
Arden’s POVWaiting did something ugly to men like us.Not the ordinary kind of waiting, waiting for a meeting to start, waiting for a car to arrive, waiting for a delayed flight. I meant the kind of waiting that sat on your chest and pressed down until you couldn’t tell whether you were breathing or just surviving out of stubbornness.Waiting while a king lay in the ICU.Waiting while the palace tightened its locks and pretended everything was fine for the sake of optics.Waiting while the streets outside still smelled faintly of smoke and anger.Waiting while international news turned like a wheel and everyone’s fate changed with headlines.We had been in the palace hospital wing long enough for the fluorescent lights to start feeling personal. The kind of light that didn’t flatter anyone, didn’t soothe anyone, didn’t care who you were. It made princes look tired and queens look brittle and guards look like they were carved from stone and fear.Richard stood near the glass observati
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