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His Rejected Mate 137. CAELAN
No one bothered about this queen, but I did. And since then I have seen the difference. Thanks to the knowledge I gained from my aunt, I was able to help her. And I was even grateful for the fact that she trusted me. Trusted me so much that she would accept whatever I got for her. Fruits, simple cooked meals, small dosages of the drinks she was supposed to have to nourish herself, she accepted everything with grace and gratefulness.A touch of pink returned to her cheeks, and though her eyes were still shadowed with sleeplessness, she no longer walked tiredly, as she used to. Maybe it was the life inside her that slowly brought life back to her eyes. We didn’t speak of the pregnancy aloud beyond those quiet moments. The court didn’t know. The King certainly didn’t. And I had no intention of being the reason he found out.But every once in a while, when I walked beside her in the garden or delivered her tea in the mornings, I would ask how she felt.She’d nod, a soft murmur of, “Still
His Rejected Mate 136. CAELAN
The next two days, there was no news from her at all. She stayed in her chambers, silent and unmoved. I willed myself not to disturb her privacy and check on her.She emerged out of her chambers the third day.I followed her into the garden she frequented. She sat down carefully, her palm nesting against her stomach.“I am pregnant, Caelan.” She muttered, taking her own time to process it.“Congratulations Your Majesty.” I didn’t know if I was happy for her or sad. She being pregnant means that she was confined to stay within the walls of this haunted palace, constantly forcing herself to do everything she was unwilling.But my heart also ached for the mother who had lost her children. Not once.
His Rejected Mate 135. CAELAN
Another couple of weeks passed away in a blur.Spring had arrived with its usual fanfare—lush green spilling across the palace grounds, delicate petals clinging to every breeze, and a thousand colors blooming where the snow had once reigned. The palace stirred with purpose during this season. Food, medicine, and donations were distributed to the villages beyond the walls, an annual offering of goodwill, paraded as a gift from the crown.And Seraphina... she stood at the heart of it all.The Queen, cloaked in radiance that barely masked her grief.She wore bright colors — hues she never touched before. Golds, emeralds, soft pinks and sunlit yellows. Her head was held high, her voice calm and composed as she spoke to commoners, inspected donations, and walked b
His Rejected Mate 134. CAELAN
I found her again.In the garden.Except now, she wasn’t seated on the bench like before. She was lying on the cold stone floor, her head tilted back against the fountain’s curved wall, eyes closed, arms splayed at her sides. A gust of wind stirred the loose strands of her hair, casting them across her face like silver ribbons.For a breathless second, I thought she was unconscious.Then her chest rose—shallow, but steady.Relief settled into my spine like the first hint of warmth after a winter storm. I didn’t dare move closer, afraid I might shatter whatever delicate thread held her here. So I waited, standing just a few paces away, silent as the shadows stretched over the cobblestones.“You are here. Again.” Her voice came, soft but certain.I looked down to find her watching me now, one arm bent to cradle her head.“I couldn’t stay away,” I admitted.A faint smile touched her lips — bitter and hollow, but a smile nonetheless.“You should.” She shifted upright slowly, crossing her l
His Rejected Mate 133. CAELAN
The message arrived just past sundown.A folded scroll, sealed in wax with the royal crest, was handed to me by a trembling servant. His eyes didn’t meet mine as he passed it over, and he scurried away the moment I took it.I didn’t need to open it.I already knew what it meant.Lucien was summoning her again.My throat felt tight as I read the words, each syllable cruel in its simplicity:"The Queen is to attend His Majesty in his private chamber tonight. Immediately after dusk."No reason. No request. No care.Just a command.The same way you might summon a dog.I stood outside her door for several moments, scroll clenched in my hand, unable to bring myself to knock. The very idea of delivering this message — of forcing her into that monster’s lair again — made something in me twist and burn.When I finally rapped my knuckles against the wood, the sound felt louder than thunder.It took her a moment to answer. I imagined she knew. Somehow, I felt she always did.The door creaked open
His Rejected Mate 132. CAELAN
The next morning came slow, dragging the gray sun behind it like a burden too heavy to rise. The palace halls were still quiet — that eerie kind of silence that settled only after long nights of pain. But for the first time in what felt like eternity, I woke up with something more than dread clinging to my chest.Hope. Fragile, stupid, but real.I reported early to my post, before the guards changed shift. My feet carried me faster than usual through the south wing, past the arching stained-glass windows, until I reached her chamber door. My usual position. My cursed privilege.The fruit bowl I’d left yesterday — just a quiet offering — was gone. In its place sat an empty tray, polished and clean, with nothing but a folded cloth laid gently over it.It wasn
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