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Chapter 20- Whispers In Silk
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The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 20- Whispers In Silk
Elara’s POV I didn’t step outside my chambers for the entire morning. Celene ensured that was the case. Two guards were positioned discreetly outside my door not too close to be noticeable, but just near enough that I felt their presence pressing against my skin. Although the windows were open and the air was filled with the fragrance of roses from the eastern gardens, my room felt stifling. I felt watched. Confined. A maid brought me some broth and dry bread, but I just stared at the meal until it grew cold. “Please eat,” she urged gently, lingering a little too long. “I will,” I replied, though I didn’t touch it. She didn’t leave. This time, my stomach twisted not from hunger, but from the weight of her expectations. I finally lifted the spoon, forcing myself to take a few careful bites while she observed me with far too much interest. When she finally left, I pushed the tray away and sank back against the pillows, my heart racing. This is where it begin
The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 19- The body betrays her
Elara's POV I woke up before the sun had fully risen, my stomach churning violently. For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the bed’s canopy, wishing for it to pass,hoping it was just another result of sleepless nights and constant tension. The palace had a knack for wearing you down while denying you any chance to recuperate. But then, the nausea hit me again, sharp and sudden. I barely made it to the washbasin before I was retching. At first, there was nothing but a dry heave that left my throat burning and my hands trembling against the cool porcelain. My reflection in the mirror was a ghost: pale skin, bright eyes, lips devoid of color. This is just stress, I reminded myself fiercely. It has to be. Lately, the court felt suffocating. Celene’s watchful gaze, Morgana’s penetrating stares, and Damon’s calculated distance, more painful than any closeness—made anyone feel unwell under such pressure. I rinsed my mouth, splashed some water on my face, and stood up a little
The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 18- Cracks In The Crown
Elara’s POV Celene was keenly observing me as I ate. Not in a blatant manner, nor was it rude. But I could feel it, her unwavering focus on my hands as I lifted the spoon to my mouth and the way her gaze lingered on my face while I swallowed. The breakfast hall was filled with a quiet calm, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and enveloping everything in a golden glow that seemed almost to mock me. I forced myself to take my time with each mouthful. As I usually would. With care. Every bite felt like I was putting on a show. “You barely ate yesterday,” Celene finally remarked, meticulously folding her napkin like a surgeon. “And today, you look unwell.” “I didn’t sleep well,” I responded, keeping my tone steady. She tilted her head, studying me. “You’ve never been one to be frail.” That word again. I held her gaze firmly. “Stress impacts people differently.” “Yes,” she replied gently. “That’s true.” Across the room, Damon stood in conversation with
The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 17- The Taste Of Fear
Elara’s POV The wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. One second, I was in the western corridor, listening to two women argue quietly about fabric deliveries, and the next, my stomach clenched violently, as if something inside me had tightened into a fist. I froze. Not now. Not here. Heat surged in my throat. I pressed my hand against my mouth and pivoted sharply, trying to move quickly without attracting attention. The corridor felt interminable, the walls seemed too close, and the air was suffocating. Somehow, I just managed to reach the alcove before it overwhelmed me. Bending forward, I clutched the stone ledge as bile surged up. My body convulsed, painfully unyielding. I gagged, fighting to keep quiet as my eyes filled with tears. This had been happening more frequently. Mornings. Late afternoons. Sometimes, it was even triggered by the smell of food. I had told myself it was all the stress. The palace life. Celene. Damon. The unending feeling of being scrut
The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 16- Eyes In The Court
Elara’s POV The palace had recognized me. That was the first thing I sensed upon waking that morning. It was neither a shout nor an announcement—just an unspoken acknowledgment. Servants halted briefly as I walked by. Conversations dropped to hushed tones. Eyes lingered a half-second too long before darting away. Even the walls seemed to shift, as if the very hallways had started to lean in, eavesdropping on my presence. Once, not so long ago, I had called this place home before the lessons of freedom showed me that silence can be a choice rather than a burden. Back then, the palace had overlooked my existence entirely. Now, it was watching me. I dressed with care, opting for a pale blue gown with long sleeves and a high collar modest, unremarkable, and hard to fault. My reflection met me in the mirror, poised but weary. Dark circles under my eyes persisted, a testament to sleep that seemed forever elusive. As I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I murmured,
The King's Forbidden Heir Chapter 15- Message From The Crown
Elara’s POV I barely had a moment to gather my thoughts before Celene’s summons arrived. A maid appeared in my doorway, her face pale with apprehension, bowing so quickly that her braid swung forward. “Your Highness… the Princess Regent requests your presence right away.” Not “invites.” Not “asks.” Requests. A chill spread through my stomach. Of course, she wanted to see me after the embarrassment in the library, Morgana’s predatory stare, the hushed whispers from the nobles, Damon coming to my rescue like a knight in shining armor. Celene must have been fuming. I adjusted my dress, squared my shoulders, and followed the maid down the gleaming stone halls. Every footstep felt like a countdown. By the time we arrived at the small council chamber, Celene’s private space...my palms were clammy. The maid bowed once more and retreated as if the room were ablaze. I stepped inside slowly. Celene stood with her back to me, gazing out the tall windows that framed t
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