LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
The King took his place at the center of the receiving line, with Niko and Amelia to his right, Alexei and Keira to his left. Then began the seemingly endless procession of dignitaries, nobles, and government officials, each one offering formal greetings.Keira followed Amelia's example, offering he
At 2:55 pm later that day, there was a knock at Keira's door. She'd spent most of the afternoon in a state of sexual frustration that Alexei had deliberately left her in. She'd thought he would have come to see her after their encounter at breakfast, but he hadn't, making it worse.Every time she cl
Maria shot to her feet, her chair scraping against the floor. "You don't know what you're talking about!""Don't I?" Keira remained seated, her voice deadly calm. "Then explain to me why you've been circling Alexei like a vulture since I arrived. Why every conversation we've had has been you trying
"That sounds wonderful," she agreed.As they filed out of the dining room, Alexei caught her hand briefly. "You did well," he murmured against her ear. "Better than well.""Even with the sparring match?""Especially because of it." His eyes gleamed. "Firecracker," he whispered before leaving.As she







