MasukRaguelI was going through the latest council records while pretending to be listening to Maximus when the doors opened and one of the palace guards stepped inside."My King."I looked up from the documents in front of me, my attention shifting from the reports spread across the table to the guard standing several feet away. His posture was respectful, but there was enough urgency in the way he had entered that I immediately set the report aside."What is it?"The guard bowed slightly."We've received a request from three smaller packs. Their delegates have arrived at the palace and are asking to meet Queen Lyra privately."My hand stopped over the page."Privately?""Yes, my King."The room immediately became quieter. The faint rustling of papers ceased, and the men seated around the council table turned their attention toward the guard. Elias exchanged a concerned glance with Victor, while Maximus leaned forward in his chair, his expression sharpening with interest."Three packs?" E
LyraHabeela stopped walking and opened her mouth to speak, but instead, she burst into tears.Her face turned away, like she could somehow hide what was happening if I didn’t see her properly. It did nothing to hide the redness around her eyes or the way her shoulders shuddered with each sob.She clutched her phone so tightly that her knuckles had gone pale, her fingers trembling around it as she struggled to regain control of herself.I hurried to her. “Habeela?”For a moment, she just sniffed and wiped her face aggressively, trying to pull herself together. She rubbed at her cheeks but the tears continued to gather faster than she could wipe them away.I stepped closer. “What happened?”She shook her head quickly and looked away. “Nothing.”“Don’t tell me nothing, Habeela. You’re crying.”“I’m fine.”“Well, you don’t look fine.”That seemed to break whatever little composure she had managed to gather. She covered her mouth with one hand as another sob escaped her, her eyes squeezin
HabeelaI was both excited and terrified as I left the palace that morning.I had never known how to tell Zevran the truth, but after everything I had seen with Lyra the previous day, I knew I could not keep hiding it from him. If I truly wanted a future with him, he deserved to know who I really was, no matter how difficult the truth might be.Yet, now that I was actually on my way to see him, the certainty I had felt in my room began to fade with every step. The closer I got to his office, the more my confidence wavered and my stomach tightened with nerves.I kept rehearsing the conversation in my head, hoping it would make things easier. I would tell him the truth. He would be surprised, perhaps ask questions, and I would answer them. Then, hopefully, he would understand.I tried to convince myself that everything would be fine. If Zevran truly loved me, he would accept every part of who I was. I knew that. At least, I desperately wanted to believe it.By the time I reached his off
LyraThe day had gone surprisingly well, which I appreciated more than I wanted to admit. There had been no interruptions and no more unexpected letters.Habeela and I returned to my room after the walk in the palace gardens to catch a little more talk. An hour or so later, Raguel walked in and Habeela scurried out of the room like she had been caught doing something wrong.After a late dinner, Raguel and I had spent some time together in my room, talking about my day.Raguel had been tired when we finally went to bed. He had barely laid down for a few minutes before the tension gradually left his body, his breathing becoming slow and even as sleep claimed him. I stayed awake for a while beside him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as I stared into the darkness.The room was quiet enough that I could hear the faint sounds of the palace guards pacing outside the door. I watched the shadows move across the ceiling for a while, my thoughts wandering aimlessly until sleep f
RaguelThe report from Hong Kong arrived a few minutes before noon.I was sitting in the council room, going through another stressful meeting when one of the palace guards entered carrying a sealed envelope. The quiet chatter of the council members stopped as the guard approached. He bowed before approaching the table and placed the sealed envelope carefully in front of me.“My King, this arrived a few minutes ago for you.”My attention settled immediately on the seal impressed into the wax. I did not need to open it to know where it had come from.Hong Kong.“Thank you, Andrew.”The guard bowed again and left, closing the door quietly behind him. For a moment, the overlapping voices of the council members faded to the background, my attention remaining on the envelope in front of me. Reports from the eastern territories had become routine since Miguel’s departure, although none of them ever failed to hold my attention.Victor leaned forward slightly, his attention shifting from the
HabeelaI had noticed the change in Lyra for several days, and by now, I was beginning to worry.It wasn’t obvious to anyone who didn’t know her. She still smiled when someone spoke to her, still joined the kitchen servants and I to prepare meals when she felt like it, and still carried herself with the same quiet grace as before. If anyone asked whether something was wrong, she would immediately insist that she was fine.But I had spent enough time around her to know that her version of fine and everyone else’s version were not always the same.That morning, I found her sitting near the window in her room with a book open in her lap. She had been staring at the same page for so long that I wondered whether she had forgotten she was holding it.I knocked lightly against the open door to get her attention. “Lyra?”She blinked and looked up. “Oh… Habeela.”I smiled as I stepped inside. “How long have you been reading?”She glanced down at the book like she just remembered it was there.
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me
LYRAFor a minute, everything existed in echoes and blurs. I expected Aaron to laugh and tell me he was joking, or to tell me he had dismissed Raguel immediately and that they were currently hunting for another investor. But my husband did none of that. He continued driving through the quiet road
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