تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER SIXTY THREEALARIC’S POVI had walked from one end of the room to the other so many times that even the guards outside probably knew something was wrong. Yet I still could not stop moving.Tomorrow was my wedding.Tomorrow, I was expected to choose another woman.The thought alone made me anxious.I dragged a frustrated hand through my hair and exhaled sharply before walking toward the window. The kingdom stretched beautifully outside, alive with preparation for the royal ceremony. Servants rushed across the palace grounds carrying fabrics, flowers, and decorations while soldiers guarded every entrance carefully.Everyone looked excited…..Everyone except me.I closed my eyes briefly.Elara’s face appeared instantly in my mind.For days now, she had tried to see me repeatedly.And every single time, I rejected her.I refused to meet her.Because I knew myself too well.If I saw her…If I stood close enough to smell her perfume again or hear her voice soften while saying my name…I
CHAPTER SIXTY TWOGENERAL POVThe hatred inside Lysandra had for many years. She stayed in her chambers writing ferociously. Her expression remained cold and unemotional.“Hear the words of the Queen Doppelganger. The time has finally come for the king to be overthrown as planned. Those who still believe in our cause should gather at the usual place before the wedding night. Those who refuse shall become part of the Great Purge.”She stopped briefly, reading through the coded message carefully before nodding in satisfaction.Only those loyal to her would understand it.To anyone else, it would look meaningless.A slow smile spread across her lips.Finally.Everything was falling into place.She folded the parchment neatly before handing it to the woman standing beside her.“Duplicate these twenty times,” she ordered.Her right hand woman bowed immediately. “Yes, Your Majesty.”“And ensure every message reaches the correct hands before dawn.”“It will be done.”The woman hurried out wh
CHAPTER SIXTY ONEELARA’S POVThe moment I stepped into the hospital, my chest tightened.The smell of herbs, smoke, blood, and strange healing oils filled the air so heavily that I almost lost my breath. Everywhere I looked, people lay on narrow wooden beds while physicians moved around tirelessly with bowls of steaming mixtures and glowing stones.It was crude.Yet there was something beautiful about it too.The physicians handled every patient with patience and care, like every life truly mattered. No one was neglected. No one was abandoned.I stood frozen for a moment, staring at a little boy with a badly wrapped arm while an elderly healer tried to calm his crying mother.God.I wished I knew more.I wished I had the knowledge to create IV drips, anesthesia, proper surgical tools, monitoring machines… anything that could ease suffering. In my old world, these things were ordinary. Here, they would be miracles.But I knew wishing was useless.This world survived differently.“Your
CHAPTER SIXTYELARA’S POV“The king seeks to take a new wife” Guards exchanged glances. Noblewomen looked at me with hidden pity in their eyes.And me?I stood frozen like a fool.Alaric meant it.He truly meant every single thing he had said to me.He was going to replace me.My chest tightened painfully as I walked back to my chambers. None of this was supposed to happen. History never said this would happen. The plan had been simple from the very beginning. Get close to the king. Gain his trust. Stay beside him.But somewhere between his cold stares and rare moments of softness, something changed.I changed.I had fallen for him.And now he wanted another woman.“No…” I whispered shakily to myself. “No, I won’t let this happen.”I quickly changed into a soft silver gown, barely caring whether my hair was properly arranged or not. My emotions were everywhere. Anger. Fear. Jealousy.Pain.By the time I reached Alaric’s chambers, my heart was pounding violently against my chest.Mason
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINEALARIC’S POVToo many things were happening at once.Too many secrets.Too many lies.And the worst part?I no longer knew who to trust.The prisoners had been alive yesterday.Terrified, beaten, desperate to survive.I had planned to question them again secretly because something about their silence felt unnatural. Men afraid for their lives eventually broke under pressure.They always did.But before they could even speak, they were dead.Killed before they could speak.I clenched my jaw tightly.Someone inside this palace was moving against me now and this time openly.I stopped walking the moment a knock came from the door.“Enter.”The doors opened and Mason stepped inside.The second I saw him, one thought crossed my mind instantly.Elara.“Did you see her?” I asked immediately. “How is she?”The question left my lips faster than intended.Mason noticed it too.I could tell from the brief look in his eyes.Because for days now, I had done everything possible to m
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHTELARA’S POV“My queen... my queen...”Valerie said running in“What happened?” I asked weakly, pushing myself up from the bed.Valerie stared at me with widened eyes.“You won't believe what just happened. Those men in the prison are dead.”The sleep vanished from my body instantly.I sat upright.“What?”“They were murdered during the night.”For a moment, I simply stared at her.Dead?“But... why?” I muttered. “They were already imprisoned. They could barely speak from fear. That was my decision to keep them alive”Valerie swallowed hard before moving closer.“It seems the king wanted to question them. He believed they were hiding something.”My stomach tightened immediately.Of course he did.Alaric was not foolish.If something felt wrong to him, he would dig until he uncovered the truth with his bare hands.And now the prisoners were dead before they could speak.That alone was enough to confirm his suspicions.Valerie lowered her voice nervously.“Do you think
CHAPTER TWENTY FOURELARA’S POVI pushed the door open without knocking. It slammed against the wall so loud that the maids doing Anna’s makeup froze midair. Powder puff in one hand. Lip tint in the other. Needles for her fitting dangling uselessly beside her gown.Anna turned toward me with a star
CHAPTER TWENTY THREEELARA’S POVMy footsteps echoed softly as I hurried down the hallway, my heartbeat racing ahead of me. I felt like the walls were closing in, like the palace itself knew Anna was ready to tear my life apart with one sentence. I needed a plan. Something smart. Something sharp. S
CHAPTER TWENTY TWOELARA'S POVThe walls felt too quiet. Too still. Like they were holding their breath with me.“Did you hear anything?” I asked Valerie, my voice barely above a whisper.She nodded slowly.My heart sank. “Why did you not tell me about it?”“You knew already,” she said gently. “A
CHAPTER TWENTY ONEELARA’S POV“Elara?”The voice felt distant at first. Soft. Echoing through the fog inside my head.“Elara?”This time it was sharper, closer, and pulled me back into reality.My eyes flew open. I blinked and found Alaric standing over me. His face was carved with confusion and s







