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Chapter XI : Silk Dresses and Sharpened Smiles

Author: Intana Meisya
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-04 17:42:38
Rebecca’s POV

Gideon walked me to the Queen’s wing in silence.

Well, mostly silence. His hand brushed mine once—absentminded, maybe. Or maybe not.

We hadn’t said much since this morning.

Not since everything shifted.

Since the kisses—soft, stolen things that still echoed in the quiet between us. Since I’d woken tangled in his sheets, his arms wrapped tightly around me like he thought I’d vanish if he let go.

I was the one who asked—just a whisper in the dark after everything cracked open between us.

I’d said I didn’t want to be alone. And Gideon didn’t ask questions. Just pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me like I was something precious and breakable.

I don’t remember falling asleep. Just the way it felt to breathe beside him. The way his presence pushed back the dark.

And I’d slept better than I had in weeks.

And now, walking beside him down this endless corridor, I couldn’t stop thinking about how warm he’d been. How safe. And how none of that warmth wou
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