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33 The Court of Lies
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Tempting the Wrong Prince 37 Chained Borders
Arden’s POVThe morning crept in quietly, shafts of pale light slipping through the curtains and cutting across the room. I had barely slept, though Cassandra’s steady breathing beside me had been a kind of balm. I lay there for a while, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair tumbled across the pillow in soft waves.There was a peace to her face that I hadn’t seen in weeks, and I found myself wishing I could freeze this moment, shield her forever from the storm gathering beyond these walls.The phone on the nightstand vibrated sharply, breaking the silence. I reached for it quickly, careful not to disturb her, and glanced at the screen. Sebastien. My younger brother.I slipped out of bed, answering in a low voice as I moved toward the balcony. “Sebastien.”“Arden,” his voice was brisk, tinged with urgency. “We need you in Belmont. The board has scheduled an emergency session this afternoon. It’s regarding the partnership with Myrth’s president. You know how critical
Tempting the Wrong Prince 36 Mine, Always
Cassandra’s POVThe chamber was too quiet.The maids had long finished unpacking the last of my belongings into Arden’s wardrobe. Diana had gone to fetch food hours ago and hadn’t returned. Even the television was off now, the black screen reflecting my own pale face back at me.I couldn’t sit still. My feet carried me from the bed to the balcony, back to the mirror, then again to the bed, over and over until the floor itself seemed to memorise my pacing. Every minute stretched into ten, every ten into an eternity.The press conference still replayed in my head. Richard at the podium, Ivana beside him, both wearing the false serenity of victors. His words, the calculated sweetness of his voice, echoed mercilessly: “I want to tell my wife she no longer has to hide. She can now come home, and we will work things out.”Home. As if I had one with him.The fury that had surged in me then had not subsided. My nails dug into my palms as I thought of his audacity, his refusal to acknowledge h
Tempting the Wrong Prince 35 The Pardon
Cassandra’s POVThe room was alive with movement.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as my things were carried from one chamber to another. Maids hurried in and out, arms laden with dresses, jewellery cases, and the stacks of books I had stubbornly clung to even when I had left Richard’s palace. Each item vanished into Arden’s room, our room now.The thought made my stomach twist in two directions at once. Excitement pulsed through me, yes, but nerves tangled themselves around every heartbeat. To share space with him so openly, to have no division between his life and mine, it felt like stepping across a threshold that had no return.I smoothed the blanket beneath me with restless fingers. The television flickered across from me, voices rising and falling, the sharp tone of reporters filling the otherwise quiet chamber. I had turned it on hours ago and hadn’t been able to bring myself to switch it off.Because today, everything would be decided.Today, the court would decide what
Tempting the Wrong Prince 34 Family Reckoning
Arden’s POVThe heavy doors shut behind us, sealing the echo of the murmuring court outside. The room that remained was smaller, intimate in its own way, yet tense enough to make the air feel like it might shatter with the next word. My father moved toward the long table at the center, his robes sweeping behind him, his hand already pressed to his brow in weary agitation.Richard hovered near the hearth, jaw clenched, arms crossed like a sulking child. Ivana stayed close to the king, her hand brushing against his arm as if she were the one who required comfort, not the woman who had orchestrated half the mess. I remained standing where I was, a deliberate act of defiance. Let them feel my presence rather than dismiss me into silence.My father was the first to break the quiet.“Did that woman put you up to this?” His voice was sharp, but beneath it lay something else, an edge of genuine concern. “Arden, you have to know when you’re being used. I thought you better than that.”I exhale
Tempting the Wrong Prince 33 The Court of Lies
Arden’s POVThe palace court was already assembled when I entered. The vast chamber, with its high ceilings and gilded arches, seemed to hold its breath as I crossed the marble floor. My boots echoed against the tiles, sharp, deliberate steps that carried me toward my seat at the right of the throne.Eyes followed me. Some wide with fear, others narrowed with resentment. Whispers flitted like gnats, but none dared rise above the silence that pressed heavy across the hall. They all knew better.And at the far end, on the throne itself, my father sat. The king. His gaze was heavy with displeasure, his mouth drawn tight in a line that promised rebuke. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t bow my head. If he wanted me cowed, he would be disappointed.I found my place and sat without a word, my posture one of studied calm. Let them read what they wanted from it. Defiance. Control. A challenge. I didn’t care.Richard and his mother arrived late, slipping in with whispers of apology that sounded reh
Tempting the Wrong Prince 32 The Heir’s Desperation
Richard’s POVI had been waiting for her.The palace corridors were quiet at this hour, only the echo of my own steps following me as I walked toward the private salon where my mother preferred to conduct her schemes under the guise of tea.She always liked to play the benevolent queen mother, all smiles and charm, but I knew her well enough to recognize the steel beneath. And today, I wasn’t in the mood to let her play her games.When I pushed the door open, the soft scent of jasmine and polished wood filled the air. She sat at the table, immaculate as always, pearls at her throat, posture flawless, every inch the woman who had been groomed for court her entire life. My mother. The queen’s shadow who never relinquished her influence.“Richard, up this early?” she said with that cool smile, raising her teacup. “I wondered when you would come.”I shut the door behind me harder than necessary. “We need to talk.”Her brows arched. “So serious already?”I ignored her attempt at charm and
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