LOGINA love potion. The wrong man. And a proposal that could destroy her. When apothecary Rebecca Rosewyn accidentally gives her forbidden potion to the kingdom’s most feared man—Knight Commander Gideon Malik—she expects chains. Or worse. But instead, he proposes. To protect her from the Queen’s punishment, Gideon claims the proposal was real. Now, trapped in a dangerous engagement neither of them can escape, Rebecca finds herself at the center of a game she never meant to play. But Gideon wasn’t enchanted. He’s been hers all along. And the Queen knows it. Now Rebecca must survive a palace full of masks, a love she doesn’t trust, and a past that could burn them both—because falling for Gideon was never the plan. And she’s not sure it’ll save her this time.
View MoreRebecca's POV “I hope I’m not intruding,” Gideon said. “May I sit?” I nodded once. Gideon sat on the bench, leaving a careful distance between us. His hands rested on his knees, fingers still, controlled. “I wanted to speak with you,” He said. “About what happened inside.” I said nothing. Gideon glanced at me, then looked forward again. “What you did was… brave,” He said slowly. “Confronting Mora like that, in front of everyone.” My throat tightened, but I stayed silent. “Still,” Gideon continued, “you put yourself in danger. Public accusations carry consequences. Especially against someone close to the crown.” “I know,” I said quietly. Gideon nodded. “You shouldn’t do it again. Not without proof.” I swallowed. “Was that all you wanted to say?” “No,” Gideon replied. He shifted slightly. “I wanted you to know that I understand why you did it. Even if I don’t agree with how.” I let out a shaky breath. “Thank you.” Silence stretched between us. Being this close to him hurt
Rebecca's POV The day passed in a blur of silence and stillness. Rhys had insisted I stay in bed, and for once, I hadn’t argued. I had no strength left to resist, no breath to protest, and no mind willing to fight. I drifted somewhere between sleep and half-conscious thought, haunted by Gideon’s empty eyes, by the way his gaze had skirted me as if I didn’t exist. Maddie had checked in once or twice, tiptoeing around the room, murmuring reminders to drink water, eat something, rest. I obeyed mechanically, swallowing small sips of tea, nibbling bread she insisted I try, letting the warmth of the room—and of Rhys, when he stayed near—slowly anchor me. All day, I turned over the same question in my mind: how could Gideon look at me and see nothing? How could he have survived a near-fatal poisoning yet fail to remember the woman he had stood before the world and sworn to love? The answer eluded me, tangled in shadows and suspicion. Mora. I didn’t want to think it, but my gut screamed h
Rebecca’s POV I shivered in Rhys’s arms, the weight of everything threatening to crush me. Heat prickled at my skin, and I felt weak, trembling not just from the adrenaline but from exhaustion, grief, and frustration all tangled together. Rhys seemed to sense it instantly. His hands shifted, guiding me gently toward the garden. “You’re burning up,” He muttered, half to himself. “Come on, sit here.” He led me to a wrought-iron bench near the edge of the garden, shaded by the overhanging vines. The scent of lavender and jasmine mingled in the air, and for a brief moment, I almost felt… normal. I sank onto the bench, still trembling. Rhys crouched slightly in front of me, studying my face like he could read every thought that refused to leave my mind. “Becca… you haven’t rested at all since you got back from the border, have you?” I shook my head, the words rushing out before I could stop them. “It’s… it’s not time to rest. Not when Gideon’s condition is like this.” Rhys shook his
Rebecca's POV I hurried back, heart pounding. Maddie and Alaina blocked the doorway, tension written across their faces. “Becca… Mora’s inside,” Maddie whispered, her voice tight. “She… she brought him something to eat. Don’t worry—we made sure it’s safe.” I didn’t hesitate. I slipped past them and stepped inside, my stomach twisted at the sight before me. Gideon was sitting upright, blankets still around his waist. Mora was beside him, tray in hand, gently lifting a spoon toward his mouth. He sat still, letting her feed him. His shoulder was propped awkwardly, and his arm didn’t move properly. “Mora…” I said sharply, stepping closer. Mora looked up at me, calm and sweet. “I just helped,” She said, her tone gentle. “His shoulder’s sore; he can’t lift his arm properly. I thought I’d make it easier.” I felt my jaw tighten. I didn’t feel jealousy. This wasn’t that. I felt right. Right that he was mine. I moved the tray away from her, careful but firm. “You need to leave,” I said.






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