LOGINSilas stood in the quiet stillness of the bridal chamber, heart leaping with happiness as he watched Noelle, who stood radiant in her wedding gown. A delicate lace train cascaded down from her shoulders, shimmering faintly under the soft morning light. The room was filled with flowers, their fragrance sweet and lush, but to Silas, all of it faded into the background, because Noelle was the center of his world.He couldn’t stop staring, taking in every detail. Her gaze softened as she looked at him, the familiar warmth in her eyes laced with a genuine excitement and, perhaps, a touch of nervousness. Silas’s hands found their way to her shoulders, his thumbs gently brushing over her skin as he leaned in, his voice low.“I don’t think you’ll ever understand,” he murmured, his eyes holding her captive, “how deeply grateful I am to have you… to call you mine, truly and completely.” He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, a rare expression of pure, unguarded joy. “I never th
As the dawn broke, Noelle entered the palace, her steps tired but steady. She carried herself with a quiet dignity, the power of her magic still lingering faintly around her. Servants and guards watched her with admiration, whispers of her bravery filling the halls.King Nico waited for her at the entrance of the great hall, his heart heavy with a remorse he couldn’t shake. As she approached, he stood straighter, unsure of what to say. She paused, her gaze piercing as she looked him in the eye.“Noelle,” he began, his voice unsteady. “I... I heard what you did. You saved Lycorealm.” He swallowed, struggling to find the right words. “You saved us all.”Noelle simply inclined her head, her expression neutral. “I only did what needed to be done.”Nico felt a pang of regret. “You’ve done more for this kingdom than I ever deserved,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. “I cannot undo the past, but I hope someday... you might forgive me.”She looked at him for a long moment, a flicker o
The palace was unusually quiet when a palace staff arrived, rushing through the marble halls to King Nico’s chambers. Bursting through the doors, he found the king deep in thought, his head in his hands. Nico looked up, his expression weary, and waved the messenger in."Your Majesty," the messenger said breathlessly, bowing low. "There’s urgent news from the border, rogues are gathering, preparing to cross into Lycorealm. The scouts report they’ve already started to push through, but they appear to be lying in wait, as if sizing up the land before making their full move."Nico’s face grew pale, the lines of age and worry deepening around his eyes. He had suspected an attack might come, especially given his recent actions and the unrest that had begun to spread. But now that it was here, the gravity of it struck him hard. Knowing his realm was under threat, he rose, determination flickering in his gaze.He strode out of his chamber and quickly found Silas, who was sparring with a few p
Noelle looked at her father, her heart beating fast as she waited for his answer. She had prepared herself for disappointment, for the heavy ache of his refusal. But when Marcus nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful, she could hardly believe it.“Yes,” Marcus said, his voice calm but resolute. “I’ll give my consent for you to be with Silas.”The words were scarcely out of his mouth when Noelle flung herself into his arms. “Thank you, Father!” she cried, clutching him tightly. “Thank you! I didn’t think... I didn’t think you’d actually say yes.”He chuckled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Noelle, you mean everything to me. I may not like Silas, or his father, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I see how he’d do anything to keep you safe.” He held her at arm’s length, his gaze steady. “But there is one condition. I need to meet with King Nico first.”Noelle pulled back slightly, her face falling with concern. “Father... you don’t have to do that. You’ve already done e
The morning sun was already high in the sky when King Nico knocked on Silas's door. He paused, waiting for an answer. Silence. He knocked again, louder this time, but no response came. Frowning, he reached for the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing an untouched bed and an empty room with the thick curtains fully draped to cover the windows.“Where has he gone?” he muttered, glancing around as if Silas might simply be hiding.He pulled out his phone and dialed Silas's number, but it rang and rang, finally going to voicemail. A sick feeling stirred in Nico's stomach. Silas hadn’t returned, nor had he picked up his calls. All day, Nico paced the palace halls, checking every corner, calling Silas every few hours, but still, there was no sign of him. By nightfall, unease had turned to a hollow ache.As he sat alone in his chamber that night, guilt crept in, wrapping around him like a dark fog. The secrets he had buried over the years, the betrayals he had chosen to forget, t
Marcus couldn’t believe that he would do this one day, summoning Silas for a serious discussion and not summoning him to kill him. Standing by the edge of the sea, the waves crashing softly against the shore, Marcus looked out at the horizon, his gaze hard yet thoughtful.When Silas arrived, he approached cautiously. His relationship with Marcus had never been a close one, Infact, he had inherited his father’s enmity for him. This unexpected meeting felt strange. Yet for Noelle's sake, he would do whatever was asked. If Marcus was going to be his father in-law, then he needed to be submissive.As Silas neared, Marcus turned to face him, his expression placcid as his eyes narrowed. “Thank you for coming,” Marcus began, his intimidating voice less of it.Silas gave a respectful nod before he responded. “I came for Noelle,” he admitted, glancing around as if expecting to see his men appear. “I didn’t expect... well, you know.”Marcus allowed himself a rare, brief smile. “I understand. Bu







