تسجيل الدخولThe noble's question still hung over the court.*Your Highness, if these are royal heirs, surely the kingdom has the right to know who their father is.*Silence filled the Great Court. I looked around at the gathered nobles, understanding this had stopped being curiosity long ago. The father represented another bloodline, another kingdom, another political weight pressing against everything I'd tried to protect.I glanced briefly toward Kael. He didn't move. He didn't speak for me.That restraint mattered more than anything he could have said aloud.The noble pressed again, framing his question as royal responsibility."The kingdom has been informed that I am carrying two children," I said calmly. "That is the information I have chosen to make public."He argued royal heirs couldn't have an unknown father."They are not unknown," I corrected. "Their father simply isn't information the court is entitled to yet."Parentage remained private, I made clear, unless and until I chose otherwi
I stood holding Rowan’s report, anger rising in me faster than fear.Someone had crossed a line even our inner circle had treated as absolute. Rowan explained it plainly. The records had been accessed through legitimate palace authorization, not forced entry. Whoever it was hadn’t simply entered the medical wing — they’d specifically searched for my latest examination.They hadn’t managed to remove the original record.I understood, standing there, exactly what they’d been looking for. Not confirmation of a pregnancy anymore.They wanted to know exactly what I was carrying.They already knew there was a child. Now someone wanted to know whether there was more than one.I understood, with sudden and total clarity, that the secret might already be collapsing beneath us.-----The High Priestess examined the accessed record and confirmed what I already knew. Two children.She was careful, though, not to claim the prophecy had been completely fulfilled. The word *heirs*, she explained, ha
I woke the morning after the attack understanding something had fundamentally shifted.Until then, keeping the pregnancy secret had felt like protection. Now someone inside Silverfang already knew. Secrecy wasn’t shielding me the way I’d believed.I thought back through everything — the manipulated schedule, the compromised corridor, the mechanism designed to react to royal blood, Rowan’s confirmation that someone had known I was pregnant.My first thought wasn’t for my own safety.It was for the twins.I refused to let them remain helpless secrets, controlled by someone else’s knowledge of them.I had spent months believing secrecy gave me control. Now I understood that the moment someone else learned the truth, secrecy could become another weapon turned against me.-----Lucien called us all together — myself, Rowan, Kael, Aldren, the High Priestess, the physician — the atmosphere far heavier than any previous meeting.Rowan laid out his findings plainly. The attacker had known my m
The palace felt different the morning after Rowan showed me that message.Not visibly chaotic. Almost too normal. Guards remained at their posts. Servants continued their work. Officials attended their meetings exactly as scheduled.But everyone moved with more alertness than usual.“Did you find who sent it?” I asked Rowan.“No,” he said. We knew someone was watching. We still didn’t know who.-----Lucien suggested reducing my schedule again.I refused. If I disappeared now, I’d only teach whoever this was that fear could control my movements.I agreed to one compromise instead — I wouldn’t travel anywhere without Rowan knowing my exact route beforehand.He accepted it. Protection without imprisonment, the balance we kept returning to.-----The physician’s routine check that day was deliberately ordinary. I wanted to preserve some sense of normalcy, however false it felt underneath. Rowan checked the route himself, two guards accompanying me.Kael knew I was attending a medical app
Rowan sat with the altered security schedule long after the rest of us had gone.The missing guard coverage wasn’t random. It overlapped exactly with a corridor I was scheduled to use the following morning.He checked the original schedule. Then the revised one. Then the authorization attached to it.Everything appeared entirely legitimate. That was what troubled him most. No one had forged an order.Someone with genuine access had simply changed a genuine one.“If she follows tomorrow’s schedule,” he told Lucien, “someone will know exactly where she is.”Lucien understood the weight of it immediately.-----His first instinct was to cancel everything outright.Rowan stopped him. Changing my entire schedule suddenly would tell whoever had altered it that we’d noticed the manipulation.Instead, they decided to leave the compromised schedule exactly as it stood, publicly.Privately, I’d follow something entirely different. Only Lucien, Rowan, myself, and the physician would know the rea
The question hung in the air, unanswered.*Princess Aurelia, are you pregnant?*I didn’t respond right away. Lucien understood immediately how dangerous a public answer could become in that moment.Before I had to decide anything, Rowan received a quiet signal from a guard near the door. Something had happened elsewhere in the palace — a restricted corridor accessed without authorization.The timing felt too precise to be coincidence.Lucien ended the gathering immediately, confirming nothing, denying nothing. The court left with more questions than they’d arrived with.-----The moment the room emptied, Rowan moved me back toward the protected wing. Security shifted immediately around me — additional guards at every entrance, corridors closed temporarily, my movements reviewed, medical appointments relocated to secured spaces, correspondence checked, servant access narrowed sharply.“They’re protecting me because someone knows,” I said, understanding fully what all of it meant.“Some







