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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
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The morning came far too quickly.Elara sat before her mirror, the pale dawn spilling in through the tall windows of her chamber, its light muted by gauzy curtains that fluttered with the faintest breeze. She had sat there countless times before, watching Augustine brush and braid her hair, watching her ladies-in-waiting powder her cheeks, rouge her lips, prepare her for balls and banquets and endless ceremonies of the court. She had been the Duke’s jewel, the daughter of the Empire’s Grand Duke. Always adorned, always veiled, always paraded like the dancer she had been since childhood.But never had she felt so alien in her own reflection.The girl staring back at her was unfamiliar. Her auburn locks, long and fiery like spun flame, gleamed beneath Augustine’s practiced fingers as the governess coaxed them into an elegant twist, securing braids with pearl pins and golden combs. Elara remembered when her hair had been wild, unbound, tumbling freely across Ryker’s chest as she laughed
THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
The night before the wedding lay heavy over the Grand Duke’s manor. Clouds rolled across the moon, dimming its light, so that the sprawling gardens behind the estate were drenched in shadow. A wind whispered through the hedgerows, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and clipped roses. The torches that lined the stone paths flickered weakly, struggling against the restless air, as though reluctant to illuminate what they were about to bear witness to.Lord Sawyer moved through the garden with measured steps, his boots clicking against the flagstones. He wore no cloak, though the night was cool; his vanity refused to let him shroud the finery of his dark embroidered doublet. His lips still bore a faint trace of healing from the wound Elara had dealt him, a small scar of humiliation he had vowed to erase with her submission tomorrow.Ahead, by the marble fountain carved in the likeness of the Empire’s first sovereign, a figure waited. Fowler, the Grand Duke’s right hand, stood with
THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)
The corridor was a ribbon of shadow and torchlight. Elara pressed her back to the cold stone and let her knees fold beneath her until she sat on the floor. Her hand went to her mouth, feeling the wet sting of blood on her lips; when she pulled her fingers away they were smeared dark. She did not flinch at the sight. The shock had not worn off, but a numbness had settled over her like a cloak.Footsteps hurried down the passage — not the slow, measured tread of guards but quick, worried, feminine steps. A breath of cloth brushed past her as a hand caught her wrist; Camilla’s voice cut through the fog.“My lady!” Camilla dropped to her knees, eyes wide as they took in Elara’s pallor and the smear of blood at her mouth. “By the saints, what is this? Who—?”“Elara.” Two more shapes appeared behind Camilla: Phillipa, steady and square-shouldered, and Winnie, small-faced and quick-eyed. Together they made a small barrier against the corridor, a private island of care in the w
THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)
The night air in the Grand Duke’s manor was heavy, and the torches burned low in their sconces, casting long shadows down the marble halls. Lord Sawyer’s boots echoed sharply against the stone as he strode with coiled fury. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands twitching at his sides as if itching to strike. A trembling guard followed at a careful distance. “M-My lord,” he stammered, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor, “it has been two days. The lady has refused all sustenance. Not a morsel has passed her lips.” Sawyer halted so abruptly the guard nearly collided with him. He turned, his dark eyes narrowing with cold fire. “And you thought to inform me now?” His voice was dangerously quiet, more terrifying than a shout. The guard dropped to one knee instantly, bowing his head low. “Forgive me, my lord. We… we thought she might relent of her own will. We dared not anger you with news of her stubbornness.” Sawyer’s lips curled in a bitter sneer. “Elara thinks to play games w
THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
The chamber was silent save for the ragged rhythm of Elara’s breathing. Curled on the cold stone floor, her fiery auburn hair splayed about her like a fallen flame, she looked more a shadow of a girl than the vibrant young woman who once rode through meadows laughing, cheeks flushed with sun. Her skin, pale as moonlight, was streaked with the remnants of tears, her lashes clumped from the salt of weeping.She had not eaten in two days.A silver tray was pushed into Augustine’s hands at the door. The governess hesitated, staring at the simple meal — a loaf of soft bread, a wedge of cheese, and a thin stew that still steamed faintly. Too fine for prisoners. Too meager for a Duke’s daughter.But Elara was no guest. She was a bride-in-waiting, caged until her wedding day.“Be quick, woman,” one of the guards grunted. His chainmail rattled as he shifted, spear angled casually toward her as though she were just as much a prisoner as the girl inside. “Set it down and leave. You know the orde
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The little room smelled of damp wood and old straw, but to Elara it was a palace compared to Lord Sawyer’s keep or the cold grandeur of her father’s manor. She lay nestled against Ryker, his warmth a shield against the chill that clung to the air. His arm curled protectively around her waist, palm resting lightly on her stomach as though even in sleep he could not release her.Elara tilted her head and watched him in the half-light of the guttering candle. His violet eyes were closed, his lashes resting dark against his cheeks, his brow softened in rare peace. Even his breathing, steady and deep, filled her with calm. For the first time in days, perhaps in years, she felt safe.Her auburn hair spilled across his chest, strands catching the faint glow of the flame, fiery in its dance. His calloused hand moved unconsciously against her side, a subtle stroke that drew her closer. She closed her eyes and let her body sink into his, heart steadying in rhythm with his.“Ryker,” she whispere
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