MasukCHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENELARA’S POVI’m getting married.The sentence replayed in my head over and over again as I paced the length of my chamber. The word didn’t make sense.It didn’t exist in history. Not in the memories I carried. Not in the past I knew.My hands trembled slightly as I stopped near the window and stared out at the dark palace gardens. The wind rustled through the trees, making the leaves whisper secrets to the night.This had to be it.The war?The same war Alaric fought in the history I remembered. The one he returned from with a broken heart after seeing me in bed with Rowland.My stomach twisted painfully.If that future was already starting to shift… if events were already rearranging themselves… then I was running out of time.I resumed pacing.Every step felt heavier than the last.I had to stay away from Rowland.That much was clear.Until I understood what was happening, until I knew exactly where fate was trying to drag us, I couldn’t risk repeating the same m
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXELARA’S POVThe moment he said it, the world inside my chest shattered.“I’m getting married.”For a second I thought I had heard him wrong. The words echoed in my head like a cruel joke that refused to fade.“You say what?” I asked slowly, my voice barely holding together.Alaric didn’t even look disturbed. He stood near the window, his back half turned to me, the fading evening light stretching across his shoulders like a crown made of shadows.“I said I’m getting married,” he repeated, his tone calm. Too calm.My heart slammed violently against my ribs.He had to be joking.This was not supposed to happen. It was never part of the plan. Not in the past. Not in the future. Not in any history I knew.My voice rose before I could stop it.“Get married to who?” I demanded, stepping closer. “Who the hell are you getting married to?”Now he turned fully toward me, his expression cold and distant. The kind of look that made it feel like he had already pushed me out of hi
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVEALARIC’S POVThe worst part about betrayal is not the anger. It is the doubt that follows after.I had convinced myself I was done with her. I had repeated it like a prayer for two whole days. “I disgusted her”, that was what she said. The words still rang in my ears, sharp and humiliating. I had sworn with every fiber in me that I would deal with her. I would make her life miserable just as she had done with mine. And yet the moment I saw her in that hall , something inside me shifted.Her stare was not cruel. It was not mocking. It was not the look of a woman who despised her husband. It was steady. Almost pleading. And when she stepped forward, willing to sacrifice herself for those fools, I felt something twist in my chest.It did not make sense.Something about the whole situation sounded wrong. The missing money. The way it unfolded. The way she carried herself. I was already searching for a way to avert the trial even before I admitted it to myself. I did no
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURELARA’S POV“Announcing…..”The heavy doors burst open.“My king.”Every head turned at once.Rowland.He strode in with authority and bowed deeply before Alaric, his voice calm but urgent.“Sire Rowland,” Alaric said, surprise flickering across his face. “What a pleasant surprise. I learned you had traveled.”“I have returned, my king,” Rowland replied. “And I bring something that will interest you. I looked into the gold case, and we discovered something… enlightening.”The court stirred.Alaric leaned back slightly. “As you already know, the missing coins were found in the queen’s chambers. I have chosen to grant her a trial instead of immediate punishment. What is it that you have found?”Rowland lifted his chin. “It may delight you to know, my king, that the queen is innocent.”A gasp rippled through the hall.My breath caught.“What do you mean?” Alaric demanded.“Bring them in.”The doors opened again, but this time not gently. Five figures were dragged ins
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREEELARA’S POV“Your Highness,” I began, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the weight pressing against my chest, “as you well know, during the time of the theft, I was at the Nations. And at the time you received news of it… we were in a hotel room. Pardon my choice of words. An inn. Together.”I made sure I stressed the last word.Together.A wave of gasps swept through the throne room. Some of the older ministers stiffened in their seats. A few guards shifted awkwardly, their eyes fixed on the marble floor. Even the cabinet members exchanged quick glances. They all understood what I was implying.The king and I had not left each other’s side that night.I lifted my chin slightly.“How exactly do I orchestrate a theft I was not even present to commit?” I continued, carefully piecing my logic together. “How do I steal from a palace I was nowhere near?”Alaric did not react. His face remained unreadable, carved from stone.I pressed on.“And when the coins wer
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWOELARA’S POVThe moment he said he would give his verdict tomorrow, I knew something inside us had finally broken.I stood there watching Alaric walk away from me as if I meant nothing, as if everything we had shared was some elaborate mistake he was now desperate to erase. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped iron chains around my ribs and pulled.“Alaric,” I called after him.He stopped but did not turn immediately. The guards stood stiffly beside us, their presence suffocating.“Excuse us,” I said, my voice trembling despite the effort to steady it.They looked at him for approval. He gave a slight nod.When he finally faced me, his expression was colder than the marble floors beneath our feet.“What do you want?”I stared at him, and the tears came before I could stop them. I hated crying in front of him. Hated looking weak. But this was not weakness. This was fear.“Alaric,” I said again, softer this time. I could see it now. The pain in his eyes. The ex







