LOGINSorry it's only one chapter today. I was helping a friend out.
Inside, 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
"Worth fighting for," Keira clarified. "Worth standing beside even when it's difficult. Then yes."The King studied her for a long moment, then turned to his son. "Alexei, leave us."Alexei immediately stiffened. "Father—""It's an order, not a suggestion."Keira felt panic rise in her chest, but sh
She'd seen photos of the King, of course, but nothing had prepared her for the man's presence. He was as tall as Alexei, with silver-streaked dark hair and the same sharp jawline his son had inherited. But where Alexei's eyes held warmth and sometimes mischief, the King's were calculating and cool a
"How can you be so sure?""Because I've seen you handle hostile diplomats, angry reporters, and one particularly difficult prince," he said, straightening her dress with gentle hands. "A king is just another man with an opinion.""A king who can have me thrown in the dungeon if he doesn't like me."
"Keira—""No." She held up a hand, needing space to process this bombshell. "Let me get this straight. Your brother can't have kids, so if we get married and have children, they automatically become heirs to the throne?""Not automatically. Only if Niko remains childless." Alexei's tone was careful,







