LOGINThey are so scared of Lucian and Layla having a kid and loosing the throne!
Lucian“Your Highness, Princess Layla has gone to the palace,” I heard Ser Gregory say as I was still buried beneath a pile of documents, my attention slow to lift until the words truly reached me.I looked up sharply. “What do you mean?”“There is a case being heard before the King today,” Ser Gregory explained, his tone careful, “a woman purchased an edible product from Princess Layla’s shop and later returned with her sick child, claiming the child suffered food poisoning because of the item, and the matter was brought to court instead of being settled privately.”Anger flared in my chest almost instantly, because over such a small matter, she had gone to court without informing me, and the thought that this could be another scheme made my blood boil.“Prepare the horse,” I said without hesitation.As I rode toward the palace, my thoughts were scattered and restless, my nerves stretched tight with unease, because no matter how minor the issue sounded, Layla standing alone before th
Layla“Your Highness,” the housekeeper called out to me just as I was walking through the garden paths that led back to my courtyard. The evening air was heavy with the scent of blooming roses that did nothing to calm the restless unease settling in my chest.I paused and turned to face her. “Yes?”“The Prince has not had his breakfast yet,” she informed me carefully, her voice filled with concern, as though she feared even these simple words might disturb the fragile balance within the palace.I lifted my gaze toward the sky, where the sun had not yet fully disappeared beyond the horizon, its fading light casting long shadows across the marble paths. “Lucian said he would eat in his study,” I replied, my voice composed despite the tightness in my throat, “and he has been working day and night for over a month now.”The housekeeper clasped her hands together, her worry no longer hidden. “Your Highness, the Prince is neglecting his health,” she said earnestly. “He is buried beneath end
“I am sorry, Prince Matthew,” the healer said, lowering his head in regret.It was a month after Arielle’s bandages had been removed that the healers finally understood the full extent of her injuries. The wounds on her face and body could never be corrected, no matter how skilled their hands or how powerful their remedies were. The scars had settled deep into her flesh and would remain there for the rest of her life. Her legs would never regain their strength, and she would never walk again. For the remainder of her days, she would be confined to a bed or carried from place to place by her maids.Prince Matthew nodded solemnly, his face composed. His gaze drifted to Arielle, lying still on the bed, her once beautiful face now ruined beyond correction. His chest tightened painfully as he looked at her, and before he could stop himself, he turned away and walked out of the room. He could no longer bear to look at her. The sight frightened him, stirring fears he did not know how to face
Layla“How is Princess Arielle doing now?” we heard the Queen asking the imperial healer. Arielle was inside the medical room, and every doctor in the palace had been summoned. The air smelled of herbs and blood, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor. It was a shock to everyone that she had fallen from the terrace. The fall had been brutal. The stone path below was unforgiving and her injuries were severe.Lucian and I arrived at the palace as quickly as we could. The entire Stark family was present, along with the Greysons, Arielle’s natal family. The corridor was crowded with nobles, guards, and servants, all whispering in fear and disbelief. Prince Matthew stood beside his mother, the Queen, his posture stiff and his face unreadable.The healer finally stepped out, his expression grave.“Your Majesty, Your Highness,” the imperial healer said slowly, bowing his head. “Her condition is quite severe. We are doing everything we can. She has broken several bones
Layla I was in the store, just like every other day, going through ledgers and checking supplies, when Sora hurried toward me, her expression looked quite uneasy.“Layla,” she said in a low voice, “there is a strange woman asking for you. She is wearing a cloak and hiding her face. I don’t know who she is, but she looks desperate. Ser Lewis isn’t letting her in, but… I think she truly needs to see you.”I looked up at her.“Thank you for telling me, Sora.”I stepped outside the store where Ser Lewis stood like a wall carved from stone. Near him was a woman wrapped in a dark cloak, her face completely hidden. Her hands were trembling as she pleaded.“Please let me meet the Princess,” she begged. “It is very important. I mean no harm to her. I only need to give her a letter.”“Show your face and confirm your identity,” Ser Lewis demanded, his hand already close to his sword.“Respected knight, I cannot,” the woman pleaded, her voice cracking.I stepped forward.“Who are you?” I asked ca
Third Person POVThe very next day, the same woman returned.This time, she did not come alone.She walked through the doors with three other women following closely behind her, their eyes wide and cautious, as if they feared the building might disappear the moment they stepped inside. Her name was Linda, though few ever bothered to ask it before. Her husband was so sick that he could no longer work and she survived by taking a meagre job cleaning a merchant’s house, earning five coins a day if luck was kind and the mistress was not in a foul mood.That small earning was all that stood between her family and hunger.Her husband had been struck by a disease that drained strength and color from his body, and medicine was far beyond their reach. When the rain had poured for three straight days, the merchants did what merchants always did: they raised prices, blaming low supply and poor roads. The poor had no choice but to pay more, because hunger did not wait for fairness. Linda’s five







