Mag-log inCHAPTER SIXTY FOURALARIC’S POVI tied my horse to the nearest tree and slowly walked deeper into the quiet forest. It was a beautiful sight.I exhaled deeply and tilted my head toward the sky. I slowly laid down on the grass, staring upward as memories flooded my mind.Rejection……That was all my life had ever been.From childhood till now, I had spent years fighting for acceptance. Fighting to prove myself worthy. Worthy of the throne. Worthy of love. Worthy of respect.People bowed before me now because I wore a crown, but deep down, I knew many still doubted me.Every last one of them would see who the true king was.For the first time in a long while, sleep came easy.*******My eyes snapped open. It was dark alreadyWow!I exclaimed. I immediately stood up, panic settling into my chest. I had slept for hours.Mason was definitely looking for me by now.The palace would already be in chaos.I hurried toward my horse and climbed on quickly before speeding toward the kingdom. The h
CHAPTER 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 FORTY-TWOGENERAL POVElara’s body lay on the cold marble floor.Everybody stared at her with worry Raymond hovered close by, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Elara’s father stood a few steps away, staring at his daughter as if she were a fragile thing that might sh
CHAPTER FORTY ONEGENERAL POVThree hours had passed, yet no clues has been found.Every corridor had been walked. Every hidden corner open. Every servant, guard, and official questioned . Still, nothing. Not a single trace of the stolen money. It was as though the palace itself had swallowed them
CHAPTER FORTYELARA’S POVMy smile came soft and slow, blooming in my chest as Valerie folded my dresses with careful hands, stacking them neatly into the carved chest by the window. We had returned from travel, from court precedence, from the weight of eyes and expectations. Evening had settled ge
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINETHIRD PERSON'S POVRowland walked in, angrily, his clothes clinging to his body with sweat, his chest rising and falling like he had run from death.The room fell silent instantly.Lysnadra…..the queen mother rose slowly from her seat in her room.Her eyes were already burning.







