FAZER LOGINBELLA The closer we get to the throne hall, the tighter the knot in my stomach becomes.Music flows through the open archways ahead of us. Laughter follows. The scent of wine, smoke, and perfume saturates the air so heavily that it makes me dizzy.Beside me, Valtor squeezes my hand gently."You're overthinking again," he points out.I glance up at him nervously. "You said your friend is a mad man."Valtor laughs softly, the sound rich and warm.Gods, he's beautiful. His silver hair falls past his shoulders tonight, tied loosely at the nape of his neck, and his dark crimson coat makes his pale skin look almost luminous beneath the torchlight."He is unstable," he admits easily. "But Rhain has always been like that."My chest tightens at the unfamiliar name.Valtor notices immediately."He hosts these gatherings constantly," he continues reassuringly. "Half the kingdom fears him. The other half wants to sleep with him." His mouth twitches. "Usually both.""That isn't comforting."
RHAIN The lie sits heavy on my tongue.I watch Bella from across the room as she stands rigid, her arms wrapped around herself. My chest constricts.Someone blabbed.Cain? One of the guards? Or worse... my own mother?I clench my jaw until it aches. Lies were supposed to be my weapon. Now they're slipping through my fingers like sand.I move to the heavy oak chair behind my desk and drop into it with an exhausted sigh. Pain shoots along my back where the Hexthorn still festers beneath my skin, but I ignore it. Pain and I are old friends.Bella doesn't move. She's watching me like I'm a serpent coiled to strike.She should.I lean back, running a hand through my hair, and finally speak, my voice raspy."Sit down, butterfly."She hesitates, then slowly lowers herself into the chair across from me, her eyes wary.I let the silence linger for a moment, turning the Moonstone over in my fingers. Its soft silver glow pulses mockingly between us."You asked about the possession on our
BELLA Rhain moves before I even fully process what's happening. He hooks his foot out, and the hooded figure crashes hard onto the marble floor with a high-pitched scream. A woman?The black box flies from her arms. Time seems to slow as the lid bursts open midair. And a glowing object tumbles out of it. My breath catches in my throat. I've never seen it before, but I recognize it right away. The Moonstone. It spins once beneath the golden corridor light, silver-white and radiant, glowing softly from within. Thin golden veins pulse beneath its crystal surface. It's beautiful. The kind of beauty that looks like a trap. The entire corridor seems to dim around it. Rhain moves again. He crouches low, catching the Moonstone before it can hit the floor. A heavy silence settles in the air right then. My heartbeat pounds harder as I stare at him. He rises slowly and smiles. Oh goddess. It's not his teasing or seductive smile. This one is cold. His lips curve upward while his
BELLA Tiana drops to her knees once we're far enough from the private room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest."Your Highness—please—" Her voice cracks. "Have mercy. I beg you."I freeze, the cool cloth I was holding for Rhain's fever still clutched in my hand."Tiana... what are you—""I painted your nails," she blurts out, tears already rolling down her cheeks. "Before the wedding. The violet stain. It was me. I don't remember doing it. I swear on my mother's life, I don't remember. One moment I was preparing your dress... the next I was waking up in my room with the brush still in my hand and the Hexthorn vial beside me."Shock roots me in place.Tiana's shoulders shake as sobs tear out of her."I think... I think something possessed me," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, Your Highness... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone."She crawls forward on her knees, grabbing the hem of my dress with desperate fingers."My mother is blind," sh
BELLA For the first time since meeting her, the Queen Mother suddenly doesn't look regal or terrifying. She looks... tired and heartbroken.Without a word, she reaches for the crystal decanter sitting on the table and pours herself a glass of dark red wine. Her elegant fingers tremble slightly.That unsettles me a lot.She takes a slow sip before speaking."My son spent thirty years unconscious after his first love betrayed him."What?My gaze drops instantly to Rhain's sleeping face.Thirty years?Guilt twists hard in my chest.The Queen Mother's golden eyes glisten as she stares down into her wine."He would not wake up," she says softly. "For three decades, he simply... existed. Rotting from the inside while the entire kingdom waited for its king to open his eyes again."My throat tightens.Beside me, Rhain shifts weakly in his sleep, his brow furrowing slightly. Instinctively, my fingers run through his hair."What happened?" I whisper.Her lips part slowly. "She betra
BELLA The room falls into a suffocating silence after Cain's announcement. The Moonstone is missing.My pulse pounds harder, terrified that Rhain will read the chaotic thoughts in my head.Rhain goes completely still for one long moment. Then he exhales slowly and walks past me towards the velvet couch. He suddenly looks drained.The sight unsettles me.He lowers himself onto the couch with careful movements, then pinches the bridge of his nose hard enough to leave red marks."Seal the palace," he says.Cain immediately responds. "Already underway.""No one leaves. No one enters." Rhain's voice turns colder. "Search every servant quarter, every corridor, and every vault passage. I want names, movements, and records. Everything.""Yes, Your Majesty.""And Cain?" His eyes open slowly, menace brewing beneath the exhaustion. "If this is an inside job...""I understand."A chill crawls down my spine.Oh goddess.I clutch my hands tighter behind my back so Rhain won't notice them tre







