MasukInside, 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
King Theodore was already seated when they arrived at the private dining room, a stack of papers opened beside his coffee cup. He looked up as they entered, his face breaking into a warm smile."Ah, there you are!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet. "I was beginning to think you might not appear at a
King Theodore approached their table, resplendent in his formal attire. "The first dance will begin shortly," he reminded them.Niko nodded, rising and offering Amelia his hand. "Father, may I have a moment alone with my wife first?"The King looked momentarily surprised but nodded. "Of course. Five
Something like relief flickered across his face as he retrieved a condom, quickly sheathing himself. Then he was positioning himself between her thighs, the blunt head of his length pressing against her entrance."Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, slowly pushing forward.Amelia gasped at the s
Amelia's phone buzzed just as she was finalizing her outfit for her outing with Niko the next day. She glanced at the screen, surprised to see his name. He had exchanged phone numbers only yesterday."Hello?""Amelia." His voice sounded strained. "I'm afraid I need to cancel our plans today."Her he







