ログインSophie’s POV
The atmosphere in the royal kitchen had changed. It was no longer a battlefield. It now felt like a sanctuary.
The suffocating weight of suspicion that greeted me on my first day was gone.
The staff no longer looked at me with hate. They stood straight.
Silas and the other master chef bowed their heads.
Silas spoke first.
"Chef Sophie.”
His voice was thick. His voice sounded sincere.
He didn't look up from the floor.
He stepped forward and held out his hands.
The hands I had saved from the blade.
"We owe you more than our livelihood. We owe you our lives. We are at your command." Silas said.
I felt a lump form in my throat.
Back home, my kitchen was a place of high-stress egos and shouting.
But here, it was life and death.
I reached out for his hands. I gently squeezed them.
"No commands, Silas. Just help me keep the Alpha fed. That’s all the thanks I need."
Martha stood by me. Her eyes sparkling like she’d just seen a miracle.
"Sophie, that soup... I’ve never seen the Grand Queen Mother look like that. You didn't just win a competition. You gave her a piece of her mother’s love back."
She leaned in. Her voice dropping to a hopeful whisper.
"Will you... will you teach me? I want to know how you make the food speak.”
I looked at her eager face. So young and full of dreams in a world that usually crushed them.
"Every secret I have Martha. I promise."
My moment of peace was short-lived.
The kitchen door opened. Armor clanked on the stone floor.
The Chief Guard entered.
He didn't sneer this time. He looked at me with caution. He couldn't decide if I was a savior or a siren.
"The Alpha is in the Leisure Garden." The guard announced.
"He requires his evening meal. And Sophie... he warned that his mood is as dark as the moonless sky. He wants something he has never tasted. Something fresh. Something creative. Failure meant the end of mercy.”
My stomach did a nervous flip.
Alaric wasn't just hungry; he was haunted.
I quickly prepared Melon soup. I dished it in a bowl. Headed for the garden.
The Leisure Garden was a hidden gem within the palace walls.
Willow trees hung over a stream. Water moved over stones. Jasmine scented the air.
I saw Alaric. He sat on a bench. An empty wine decanter sat on the table. He gripped a silver goblet so tight. I thought the metal might buckle.
His eyes looked at the water. They were gold and distant. He looked trapped in his thoughts.
I approached the table at the center of the garden.
The air didn't feel peaceful. It felt charged. Like the moment before a lightning strike.
I carried a tray. I had prepared chilled melon soup. I added mint and wild honey.
Something light to balance the wine and his grief.
"Your Majesty," I whispered.
Alaric didn't turn.
"The ghost returns." he muttered.
His voice soft but still holding that dangerous, predatory edge.
"Tell me. Chef... do you have a recipe for forgetting? Because I have searched the bottom of this bottle. The memories are still as sharp as daggers."
I set the tray down.
"Food is for remembering, Alaric." I said softly.
"If you want to forget. You’re talking to the wrong person."
The Royal Taster stepped forward.
A thin man who looked frightened to the teeth.
He was about to take a bite.
"Leave." Alaric growled.
He finally turned his head.
His eyes bloodshot. His face flushed from the wine.
"Leave us."
"But Alpha." The taster stammered.
"The protocol…"
"I said leave!" Alaric roared.
He slammed the goblet onto the table.
The man disappeared into the shadows of the willows. He didn't look back.
Alaric turned his gaze to me. It was intense. Raw and frighteningly intimate.
"You taste it." He commanded.
He gestured to the bowl.
"If I am to be poisoned tonight. Let it be by your hand."
I took a careful sip.
"It's safe Alaric. I promise."
He didn't eat. He just watched me quietly. The stream made the only sound.
He looked so small. His massive frame became invisible.
He wasn't a King at that moment. He was a son missing his mother.
I stood up. I turned to leave.
"Please stay," he whispered.
"Just... stay."
He tried to lie back on the cushions. The wine made him clumsy. He tripped over the table.
I reached out to catch his arm. His weight pulled me down.
We fell onto the bench. I landed on his chest. My face was inches from his.
The world narrowed down to the heat of his body. I smelled wine and cedar.
My heart raced.
We were breathing the same air.
I tried to get up.
"I’m so sorry. I…"
"No." He whispered.
His large hand moved to my back. He pulled me down softly. He did not use force.
"Please stay. Just for a moment."
I looked into his eyes. I saw my own loneliness there.
I froze. I should have moved. I should have ran back to the safety of the kitchens.
Then, the world shifted.
Alaric moved his hand to my neck. His thumb touched my jaw. He pulled my head toward him.
He kissed me.
The kiss felt desperate.
It felt like five hundred years of waiting.
My brain issued a warning.
This man was the Alpha King. He was drunk. He was dangerous. He would regret this in the morning. He might execute me for this touch.
My body ignored the fear.
My heart beat against my ribs. I didn't know whether to pull out. I just laid still while he kissed me.
I knew I was playing with fire.
But for the first time in my life. I wasn’t scared of burning.
Elara POVThe Great Hall was too bright. The smell of roasting fat and spices filled the air. I sat at the high table and smoothed my dress. My eyes moved across the tables. I saw the Elders. They were laughing. They leaned toward the center of the hall. They were praising the girl."The flavor is deep." Hrothgar said. He wiped his mouth with a linen cloth. He looked at the Elder sitting next to him. "Do you taste the smoke in this broth? The chief royal chef indeed has a gift. I have not tasted mountain root prepared with such clarity in years.""I agree." The other Elder replied. "She has a way of making the simplest ingredients feel like a royal gift. It is no wonder the King is so fond of her."I felt a surge of heat. I looked at Sophie standing near the kitchen entrance. She looked calm like she belonged here. The Elders talked about her as if she were a hero. They did not know what was coming. I looked at Magnus sitting three seats away from me. He caught my eye and gave me a
Sophie POVThe air in the leisure garden was cold. I pulled Alaric's cloak tighter around my shoulders. The fur was thick. Smelled like him. We stood near the fountain. The water made a splashing sound. It was the noise in the garden.Alaric stood close to me looking at my face. His eyes were dark. They looked heavy. My chest felt tight."Why do you want to leave?" Alaric asked. His voice was low. It was a whisper. "Is the palace so bad? Am I so bad?"I looked down at the gravel path. I didn't know how to explain. I didn't know how to describe a world with electricity and airplanes. I couldn't tell him I missed the hum of my refrigerator."It is not about the palace." I said. "It is about where I belong. This world is beautiful.. It is not mine.""If I find your book " Alaric stepped closer. He put his hand on the wall behind me. "If I put the book in your hands. Will you leave me? Will you step into the shadows and never look back?"I couldn't answer him. I felt a lump in my throat.
Elara's POVI paced the length of my bedchamber. My room remained the same yet the air felt different. It felt like a cage. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and my skin looked sallow. I reached out and touched my wrist. The bruise from Alaric’s grip had faded but the memory of his cold eyes had not. He had chosen a peasant and shamed me in front of the Elders.The fire in the hearth crackled. I grabbed a porcelain vase from the side table and throw it against the wall. I wanted to scream and see the blood of that girl who dared to take what belongs to me on the floor. I wanted Alaric to feel the pain I felt."That vase cost more than a village." A voice said.I spun around. Grand Prince Magnus stood by the window. He had entered through the secret passage. He looked clean and relaxed. He leaned against the frame and watched me with a small smile."You." I spat, pointing at him. "Get out. You did this. You suggested that stupid competition and gave her a chance t
Alaric POVThe Sun-Drop Pendant hung between my fingers as I stood in the center of the hall. felt hot in my palm. The crowd was silent and the Elders sat on their bench like statues. I turned my head and locked my eyes onto Elara. Her face was the pale because she knew the game was over."Elara." I said. My voice was a low growl that echoed through every corner. "Come forward."She moved with slow steps, keeping her head down like a wounded bird. It was an act. I know her better than anyone. She stopped ten feet away from me."You told this Council your pendant was stolen." I said, holding up the pendant. "You said Sophie took it and used magic to hide it.""I thought she did." Elara whispered. Her voice shaking. "It was missing from my box and I was scared, Alaric. Maybe she brought it out now to shame me.""Enough of your scheming, Elara. You were not scared." I walked toward her. I felt the Alpha power surging in my blood. "You knew exactly where this was. You paid someone to hid
Sophie POVThe dawn light was cold and felt like a thin sheet of ice over the palace. I had not slept. The floor of the cell had drained the warmth from my bones and made my hands stiff. I rubbed my fingers together to keep the circulation moving because I needed my hands to be steady. The guards came for me before the sun had fully risen. They did not speak, they just unlocked the iron door and pointed toward the stairs.I walked into the Great Hall. Everything had been changed. The center of the room now held two massive hearths. One was for me and the other was for Malachi. The Elders sat on a high platform with the Grand Queen Mother in the center. She wore a crown of silver and Alaric sat to her right. He gave me a single, slow nod. It was enough."The trial begins." The Grand Queen Mother said. Her voice echoed across the silent room. "The theme is the Essence of the North. You will use only the ingredients provided. You will use only old tools. No foreign spices or modern t
Alaric's POVThe sun went down behind the mountains. The sky turned purple and orange. I stood in the middle of the garden. I sent the servants and guards away. I looked at the table I had prepared. It held a bottle of wine and two cups. I wanted a quiet moment. I planned to tell Sophie she was important to me. I wanted to give her a place by my side that no law could challenge.But she was late. Sophie always kept her word. A cold feeling hit my stomach. The palace was too quiet. It was the silence before a hunt. I stopped walking and listened. I heard a distant bell. It was the Bell of Judgment that the Elders only rang for big crimes.A boy ran through the bushes. It was Pip from the kitchen. He had soot on his skin with tears and sweat running down his face. He tripped on a root but got up fast. He ran toward me waving his arms. The guards tried to stop him. I raised my hand."Let him speak." I roared. My voice was loud in the garden.Pip fell down at my feet. He could not breath
Elara’s POVThe stone of the corridor felt like ice against my spine. I pressed my body into the uneven surface of the wall. I held my breath. Every second felt like an hour. Just a few feet away. The heavy boots of the King clicked against the floor. I watched through a narrow gap in the masonry.
Alaric’s POVMy eyes scanned the crowd. My pulse was a drum of anxiety. I had lost sight of her. I told myself she was safe with Thomas. Now the air felt thin. Every face in the market looked like a threat. Every shadow felt like an assassin. I stood in the center of the square. I ignored the peo
Sophie’s POVThe morning light hit the stone floor. I woke up. My heart was heavy. I reached for my bedside table. My hand met cold wood instead of my phone. The realization hit me again. My phone was gone. The Ledger was gone.I sat up. I forced myself to move. Grief is a luxury I cannot afford h
Magnus’s POVI sat in my chamber. The silence was heavy. The fire crackled. It was meant to provide warmth. Tonight, the sound was just an irritating noise. I stared at the flame. I watched them consume the logs. Much like I intended to consume the throne of Blackwood.My thoughts were dark. Alar







