MasukCatherine has spent her life serving the royal family of Eldoria and hiding her feelings for Prince George, friend and the heir to the throne. But when a reckless night ends with him stumbling into her arms, everything changes. Prince George doesn’t remember what happened, but Catherine does. But when the reality of what happened that night begins to grow inside her, she runs, not for herself, but to save him from the scandal that could destroy the crown. But secrets have a way of resurfacing, especially in a kingdom full of spies, enemies in silk gowns, and a rival princess whose family is plotting to take the throne. When a huge scandal and the truth threatens the monarchy, Prince George must decide: His duty to the crown or the woman who carries his heart, and his heir.
Lihat lebih banyak**ELDORIA** "You're early today, Sir Henley," the guard at the door of the King's private record room greeted him. Sir Henley. His highest profile disguise so far. The real owner of the name was away. He tugged once at the stiff collar of the borrowed jacket he'd 'stolen.' He had spent yesterday memorizing Henley's gait, his mild stoop, the clipped way he spoke to juniors, and the deferential way he leaned toward superiors. He'd chosen him precisely because Henley was the sort of man who could slip in and out of rooms like this without being noticed. "Numbers don't wait," Seren said, pitching his voice into Henley's dry register. "Unless you have a problem with that." The guard shook his head and stepped aside. Inside, the shelves lined the walls, filled with neatly labeled ledgers. Against the far wall sat a bank of equipment, screens, and dials, the newest of Eldoria's "eyes," humming quietly. Only one clerk was present, a young man bent over a ledger at the corner table.
**MYRKON** By the time Nico pushed Lena’s shop open, it was already dark. She sat at her table, glasses halfway down her nose, mending a sleeve. A lamp burned low beside her. “You’re back,” she said without looking up. “We thank the gods of the sea that they didn’t swallow you this time.” “They tried,” Nico said. “I’m very charming. I persuaded it to spit me out.” Lena snorted, then glanced at the window. “You’re too late for any mending,” she said. “We’ve closed.” “I know. I came for someone else.” He nodded toward the curtain leading to the back. “She’s sweeping,” She eyed him over the rim of her glasses. “You could come back tomorrow when it’s daytime.” “Tomorrow is far away. I was hoping to walk her home.”Her mouth twitched, but she didn’t tell him to leave. Catherine emerged a moment later, hair tied back, sleeves rolled, pushing the broom ahead of her. She started when she saw him, then smiled, tired but genuine. “Nico!. You’re back.” “So they tell me,” he replied. “L
**DRAKONHELM**Back at the palace, Merren had already been through two of the supply courtyards, searching for more information on the real reason he was there.The problem was, in Drakonhelm, everything fit a little too well.Steady alliance. A new chapter. It was like listening to variants of the same script.He decided he needed someone less 'trained'.The opportunity came in the mid-afternoon, when he ducked into a narrow corridor off the main servants' passage to avoid a gaggle of Drakonhelm scribes.Inside, he spotted a young woman in Eldorian livery. She was one of the staff who had come with the Prince and Princess's entourage."A fellow Eldorian like me," Merren greeted casually.She blinked, then recognized his face from the press contingent. "You're one of the reporters?""Guilty," he said. "My name is Merren."She hugged the ledger tight to her chest."Dalia.""Tell me, Dalia," he said, as if in idle curiosity, "how are our people finding Drakonhelm? I've spoken to minister
**DRAKONHELM**The next engagement was at an orphanage beyond Drakonhelm’s inner ring of walls.From the carriage window, George watched as the city’s hard lines gave way to narrower streets, laundry strung between windows, children darting around cart wheels.He sat opposite Katarina and her younger sister, Almeria.“This is one of three we sponsor directly from the palace,” Katarina said. “The others have parish support. Father insisted that at least, one should sit within sight of the inner towers. He says it reminds him of who he’s responsible for.”George glanced at her. “And does it?”Her gaze flicked briefly to the window. “Some days,” she said. “On others, it reminds him who’s responsible to him.”Almeria pressed her nose to the glass, humming under her breath and trying to decide whether to wave at every child they passed.At that, she turned to her sister, the motion jostling the ribbons in her hair.“You make him sound very stern,” Almeria said. “He’s not always. He smiled












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