LOGINRebecca’s POV The wagon rocked beneath us, each jolt shuddering through the wooden frame. Every bump made Gideon’s body seize, a raw tremor running through him. His breaths rasped shallow and uneven against my ear. I held his cold hand in both of mine, gripping as if I could anchor him to this world by sheer force. Rhys sat opposite, reins in one hand, sword at his hip, eyes flicking between the road and Gideon. He hadn’t said a word in a long while. Neither had I. Only the creak of wood, the pounding hooves, and Gideon’s weakening breath filled the night. It was me who finally broke. “This shouldn’t have happened,” I whispered, voice raw. “He shouldn’t be the one dying.” Rhys’s jaw flexed. “He made a choice. Protecting you—that’s the one thing even the Queen’s schemes can’t account for.” I shook my head, anger and fear tangling in my chest. “But it wasn’t even meant for him.” My grip tightened around Gideon’s limp fingers. “She wanted me dead. And now he—” My voice cracked.
Rebecca's POV Lady Kalali’s eyes flicked toward the healer’s tent, then back to me, her lips tightening further. “Still causing trouble wherever you go, I see,” She said, voice low, almost a hiss, though the weight behind it suggested more concern than annoyance. I stiffened, the words hitting like a spark on old tinder. “What is she doing here, Rhys?” I asked without looking away from her. “Why is she here?” Rhys winced—actually winced—like he’d been expecting that question since the moment Kalali appeared. “Becca, I—this isn’t—she’s not—” “Oh, spare me,” Lady Kalali muttered, folding her arms. “You look at me like I crawled out from under your bed.” My breath iced. “You have,” I said. “Literally.” Lady Kalali’s face twitched—just slightly—but enough. Rhys ran a hand over his face. “Becca, please—” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. My voice shook with exhaustion and fury. “Someone explain why the woman who drugged me—kidnapped me—tied me up in a wagon like cargo, and planne
Rebecca’s POV Gideon leaned heavily into both of us as we pushed through the thickening mist, every step more labored than the last. His grip on my hand tightened, then slackened, then tightened again—as if he were fighting something deep beneath the surface, something dragging him down inch by inch. “Stay with me,” I whispered again, breath trembling. Gideon didn’t answer this time. His jaw clenched, his eyes unfocused, blinking as though the world kept slipping sideways. Rhys cursed under his breath. “His balance is shot. Poison’s moving faster than we thought.” “I know,” I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “Just—just keep moving.” But the forest felt endless. Every tree looked the same, every shadow stretched too long. The fog thickened around us, turning the world into a shifting blur of gray and white. Gideon stumbled again, harder this time, knees buckling as his weight nearly dragged us both down. Rhys caught him under the arm. “Commander! Talk to me! Can you
Rebecca's POV By the time the rain eased, the morning light had fully settled—soft and pale as it filtered through the dripping trees. The forest was quiet except for the steady patter of water falling from heavy branches. Mist clung low to the ground, curling like smoke between the roots. We’d been riding for about an hour since sunrise. The road had narrowed into a slick, winding path through the fog, leading steadily toward the border. Gideon rode slightly ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon with the precision of a man who could sense danger before it arrived. The air had shifted; colder, thinner. Somewhere far off, I could hear the faint clang of metal, the bark of orders, and the whinny of restless horses. “We’re close,” Gideon said quietly. The faint scent of smoke and iron reached me before the camp came into view—a sea of tents and banners stirring in the gray morning light. Knights moved through the clearing like shadows: armed, focused, disciplined. The border encampme
Rebecca's POV By the time I reached the stables, the rain had turned into a steady downpour, soaking through my cloak and clinging to my skin. Pale light was just beginning to creep over the horizon, the kind that makes everything look half-awake. A few minutes ago, we’d said our goodbyes—Maddie trying not to cry, Karl lingering at her side, warning me to be careful. And I had promised them I would. Two horses waited, saddled and restless, their breath misting in the cold morning air. One for me; the other, clearly, for Gideon. Gideon’s presence appeared before I even glanced at him. He said nothing. He simply stood there, broad shoulders beneath his soaked cloak, eyes sweeping over the sky, the horses, and the horizon. I swung onto my horse silently, trying to keep my distance. Gideon mounted his own steed beside mine, as composed and commanding as ever. The horse’s hooves hit the wet ground with soft claps. Rain slicked roads stretched ahead, mist curling over the fields like
Rebecca’s POV I never understood why the Queen hated my mother so much. I’d thought burning her alive in that fire was enough—erasing her name, her face, every trace of her from the palace. But it wasn’t. She wanted to finish what she’d started—to wipe out her bloodline completely. Maybe it wasn’t just because my mother had been strong, or impossible to control. Maybe it was something deeper. Something buried between them that I still hadn’t uncovered. The truth serum—might answer everything. All the secrets, all the lies, all the reasons my life had been burned into chaos. But that was later. For now, this. This one task. The doors clicked behind us, and the cold air of the palace corridor hit me. Gideon moved beside me, his presence a weight I could feel in every step, silent but immovable. I followed him instinctively, though my mind was a storm of frustration and doubt. Maddie’s eyes found me immediately, and she hurried to my side. “Becca… what happened in there?” She asked







