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Tempting the Wrong Prince 121 A Crown Built on Other People’s Sacrifices
Richard’s POVThe court was loud before I even entered it.Not the ceremonial kind of loud, the sort that came with trumpets and rehearsed announcements and polite applause. This was uglier. Bitter. Ragged at the edges. The noise of men who’d built their lives on order and influence and were now watching the ground shift beneath their feet.The famine rumours had started as whispers. Then the drought had stretched longer than anyone wanted to admit. Now the riots had given everything a face, angry crowds in the streets, broken windows, shouting in front of ministerial homes, food prices climbing like they had no ceiling. You could smell fear on people now, even in gold-trimmed halls.And they were blaming Belmont.Belmont, the quiet giant with long pockets and longer grudges.Belmont, whose “wedding gift” was expected to feed our people and keep the palace from collapsing under its own arrogance.Belmont, whose aid we would not receive, because Arden had refused the union.That was th
Tempting the Wrong Prince 120 No One Bleeds for Free 2
Arden’s POVThe silence between us wasn’t angry. It was heavy. Like the room had filled up with everything we’d been carrying for years: the brothers I loved, the brother I’d failed, the woman wedged between us, the parents who treated all of it like land to be claimed.Then, softer, he spoke again.“What about the people?” he asked. “What about the hunger?”He said it like a prayer. Like if he said it gently enough, it would become my burden by default.I laughed, not bitter, not cruel. Just tired. The sound you make when someone asks you to save a house that’s already burning and then blames you for the smoke.“If I die today, they’ll move on,” I said. “If I marry Nala and live a miserable life, they’ll move on. Tomorrow they’ll forget the sacrifice and be the first to crucify me.”I didn’t mean it as contempt for the people. Hunger made monsters out of decent men. Fear turned crowds into storms. But I also knew how quickly the public rewrote heroes into villains when it suited them.
Tempting the Wrong Prince 119 No One Bleeds for Free
Arden’s POVThe moment the door shut, he hit me.Not hard enough to knock me down. Not wild with drunken rage or a loss of control. It was measured. An exact strike from a man who knew his strength and wanted the message to land without making a scene.My head snapped slightly to the side, more from shock than pain. For a second, I just stood there, staring past his shoulder at the wall, trying to place the sound in my mind. The dull thud of knuckles against bone. The quiet that followed. The way my heartbeat stumbled, like it hadn’t expected violence to be part of this conversation.He had never hit me before.Not as a child, when my tutors complained about my mouth. Not as a teenager, when I stopped attending his prayers for obedience. Not even the first time I disobeyed him publicly, when he dragged me into a study and tried to suffocate me with words until I apologised for wanting a life outside his script.That was always his weapon: language. Decrees. Lectures. Public silence th
Tempting the Wrong Prince 118 The Truth Turned on Them
Arden’s POVNala had regained some colour, but her eyes remained too wide, too alert. Her hand clenched the edge of her robe as if it were the only thing holding her together.“As for the footage, all you would see is her,” I said. “She was the one making all the moves. I didn’t touch a hair on her head.”Silence.The palace held its breath again.I saw the way her uncle’s eyes shifted, calculating. Saw the way my father’s expression tightened as he realised the narrative might not be as clean as he wanted. Saw the way Nala swallowed, her throat moving too hard.“You can ask her,” I added. “Or I will release the footage from the bedroom and the living room.”I looked directly at Nala.“Choose.”Her composure wavered.A beat passed.Two.Her lips parted as if she might argue, might cling to the script.But fear is a stronger force than pride, and for all her ambition, Nala wasn’t brave.She broke.Not in tears.Not in confession that sounded noble.She broke the way people break when th
Tempting the Wrong Prince 117 The Script Broke in Daylight
Arden’s POVNala walked out of the corridor behind me wearing a pale sleeping robe, the fabric soft and flowing, cinched at the waist as though she’d woken and thrown it on in modest haste. Her hair was loose and artfully disordered, as if she’d spent the night in a bed she belonged in. Her face was bare enough to look innocent, but her lips held a tint of colour that hadn’t happened by accident.She moved like someone who belonged there.Like someone who had been invited.Like someone who owned the place.The performance was meticulous. The robe, the hair, the timing, appearing exactly when my father asked for her, as if summoned by the script.The palace liked scripts.Nala loved them.My father… my father depended on them.She walked straight up to us with a soft smile and looped her arm through mine before greeting the King and her uncle.My jaw tightened.I did not pull away immediately.Not because I accepted it, but because I was watching my father’s reaction.His shoulders rel
Tempting the Wrong Prince 116 The Morning He Thought He’d Won
Arden’s POVI knew my father thought he had won the moment he saw me come down the stairs.It wasn’t subtle.It was written into the way he stood at the base of the marble steps like a man waiting for applause, one hand resting lightly on the carved bannister as though the palace itself belonged to his palm, the other tucked behind his back in that practised posture of regal patience.The morning sun poured through the tall windows behind him, turning the marble floor into a pale mirror and throwing a halo of light around his silhouette. It should have made him look noble.Instead, it made him look theatrical.And my father loved theatre.He loved moments where the court could see him appear calm and in control. He loved the illusion that everything in Eldenwald moved according to his will, the laws, the press, the nobles, his sons.Especially his sons.His posture was relaxed in a way it hadn’t been in days, not since the rumours began to circulate with a hunger that couldn’t be star
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