MasukDorian’s POVI should not have left her.That thought stayed with me from the moment I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me with more restraint than I felt, because everything in me resisted walking away from her in that state, yet responsibility had a way of dragging me where I did not want to go, and right now responsibility had my name tied to it more tightly than ever before.Sera’s face did not leave my mind.Not the way she looked at that woman.Not the way her voice shifted when she said you are not my mother even though doubt had already begun creeping into her tone.Not the way her body stilled like something inside her had recognized a truth her mind refused to accept.And worst of all—Not the way that woman smiled.I walked down the corridor toward my office with controlled steps, but the control was surface-level, because beneath it my thoughts were restless, sharp, circling the same problem from every possible angle without landing on a solution.Everythin
Sera’s POVThe words didn’t leave the room immediately.They stayed.Hanging in the air like something alive.Something heavy.Something that refused to be ignored.Someone that claims to be her Majesty’s real mother is currently in the palace.I didn’t move.Neither did Dorian.For a moment—no, longer than a moment—we just stood there, staring at the guard like he had said something we couldn’t process.My mind didn’t reject it. That would have been easier.Instead, it tried to understand it.And that made it worse.Because there was only one thought repeating in my head, over and over again—Louder with every second that passed.Another one?And this only means another chaos is about to happen in the palace. I swallowed slowly and my throat felt dry. Dorian’s presence beside me grounded me just enough to breathe.“Where is she?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like mine. I don’t even know if I have the strength to handle whatever is going to happen in the palace right now. The guar
Sera’s POVIt had been over a month.A month since everything broke.A month since I lost control in front of everyone.A month since I became something I didn’t understand.And somehow—The palace looked… normal again.From the outside, everything had settled.The corridors were no longer filled with panic.The guards no longer moved like they were expecting another attack at any second.Servants laughed again, quietly but freely.Meetings resumed.Decisions were made.Orders were carried out.Peace.That was what they called it.But I stood in the middle of it and felt nothing but unease.I was in my office, standing near the window, staring at the courtyard below. People moved about their duties with purpose, their steps steady, their faces calm. If someone had walked in at that moment, they would think I was admiring the view.I wasn’t.I was searching for something that didn’t fit.Because peace like this didn’t just return.Not after everything that had happened.Not after blood
Eli’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be in her room.Not at that hour.Not without sending word first.But something about the palace lately had stripped away formality. Everything was urgent now. Everything felt like it could collapse if you waited too long.And even though Mila and I have been living in this palace like complete strangers, I thought having a random talk won’t hurt. I walked down the corridor toward her chamber with steady steps, my hands behind my back, my expression neutral. Anyone who saw me would think this was routine.Nothing about her was routine anymore.There was something I needed to confirm.Something small.But in a palace like this, small things had a way of turning into disasters.I reached her door and paused for a second. I didn’t knock or make an announcement that I was around. I pushed it open.She didn’t hear me come in.That was the first thing that struck me because Mila is the type that always noticed everything.But now?She was completely still.St
Dr. Kade’s POVPain changes the way you think.Not the quick kind.Not the sharp, passing kind.The kind that lingers.The kind that settles into your bones and refuses to leave.It had been over a week.Seven days since I crawled out of that chamber like something that should have died.Seven days since the twins—No.Since those creatures—Tore into me like I was nothing.I stood in front of the mirror in my quarters, studying my reflection.My face was healing.But not enough.The scars were still there.Angry.Visible.One stretching from the side of my cheek down toward my jaw.Another across my neck.My fingers brushed lightly against it.Pain flared.Pain meant I was alive.Pain meant I survived.But survival didn’t mean victory.“They remember,” I muttered.The words tasted bitter.Because that was the part I couldn’t shake.Not the attack.Not the blood.Not even the fear.It was their eyes.Recognition.Awareness.Memory.They knew me.They remembered everything I had done.
Mila’s POVAfter the meeting I had with Logan that day, his words followed me out of the palace.Not loudly.Not like a warning.But like something that had already settled into place and refused to leave. “…we’ll finally be able to take the Voss palace.”Take it.Not serve it.Not protect it.Take it.I walked through the outer corridor slowly, my heels clicking softly against the stone floor, my face calm, composed—just like always.But inside?My thoughts were moving fast.Too fast.Logan.Dorian’s most trusted guard.The one everyone believed was loyal.Invisible in the way dangerous people often are.And now, he was the one pulling strings.I let out a small breath as I stepped outside.The air hit my skin, cool and grounding.Good.I needed that.Because if I stayed in that corridor one second longer, I might have started smiling like a mad woman.“Why?” I murmured under my breath.Why would he betray Dorian?Why would he risk everything?Power?Revenge?Something deeper?I tilt







