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Chapter Twenty Four: The Alpha’s Feast
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The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty six : Words Across Shadows
The sun had only just risen when the courier returned to Mooncrest. His boots were caked with dust from the long journey, his face weary, but Elara’s eyes locked on the sealed parchment in his hand. Dark wax pressed with a crest she had come to recognize too well — the Ironfang sigil.Her pulse quickened. She dismissed the servant who delivered it, bolting the chamber door behind her before sinking onto the edge of her bed. For a moment, she only stared at it, her fingers hovering just above the seal.It could be nothing. It could be everything.Her hands shook as she finally broke the wax. The parchment unfolded with a faint crackle, Darius’s strong, spare handwriting slashing across the page.Elara,I received your words. Kael’s growth honors your family — do not let him falter. As for you, keep walking boldly in those council halls. You belong there more than any of them know.I cannot say more. Not yet. But remember this — you are not forgotten.—DariusThe words were brief, calcu
The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty five- Words Across the Divide
The halls of Mooncrest were hushed that evening, filled with the faint hum of crickets and the distant roll of waves against the cliffs. Elara sat at her desk, a single candle flickering beside her, its wax dripping slowly down the iron holder. The room smelled faintly of ink and parchment, a familiar comfort from her childhood days of copying texts under her mother’s guidance.But this was no ordinary letter.Her hand trembled slightly as she dipped the quill, the words pressing inside her chest, demanding release.Darius, she wrote, her strokes elegant but quick, as though even the parchment might betray her secret.It feels strange, writing to you instead of hearing your voice, but the silence here makes me miss you more. The feast ended, and the castle feels empty without the Ironfang clan. Kael trains every day—he has grown so much since you last stood beside him. Your guidance changed him. He moves with strength now, with confidence. I think you would be proud.She paused, press
The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty four -The Weight of Secrets
Mooncrest castle had never felt so stifling. The corridors stretched long and glittering with candlelight, servants bowed as Elara passed, courtiers whispered behind lace sleeves — but it all pressed on her like chains of gold.Since the Ironfang delegation had left, the air of the keep shifted. Whispers carried of the golden heir, Kieran, who had charmed the council, the generals, even some of her cousins. A marriage to him would cement Mooncrest’s borders and, they said, protect them from greater threats.But every time the words reached Elara’s ears, her stomach knotted.She sat in the solar, gazing out at the courtyard below where the autumn leaves drifted across the stones. It was there that Serenya appeared — radiant as ever, her silken gown trailing behind her like water. Her smile was as warm as the sun, but Elara knew better than to trust the shine.“Elara,” Serenya said sweetly, folding herself into the chair beside her without invitation. “You’ve been so quiet since the fea
The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty Three -The Wolf in Shadow
The Ironfang stronghold loomed against the darkening horizon, its blackstone towers rising like jagged teeth toward the moon. For most, returning here after weeks at Mooncrest would have felt like coming home. For Darius, it felt like slipping back into the belly of the beast.The great gates creaked open, and riders poured through, led by the golden heir, Kieran. Their father, Alpha Garrison, stood waiting at the steps, flanked by generals and courtiers. His sharp gaze landed on Kieran first, lingering with pride.“You’ve done well,” Garrison said, clapping his younger son’s shoulder. “You’ve made an impression. The Mooncrest alliance is within reach.”Kieran smirked, bowing his head with polished grace. “It was my honor, Father. Elara of Mooncrest is… impressionable.”A ripple of laughter moved through the gathered nobles.Darius dismounted without a word. His father’s eyes flicked to him briefly — cold, disinterested, as though he were a shadow at the edge of the hall.“Darius,” Ga
The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty two -The Council’s Fire
The grand halls of Mooncrest still echoed with the remnants of the feast. Tapestries hung heavy against the stone walls, the scent of smoke and spice lingering faintly in the air. Yet the celebration was over, replaced by the sober work of governance. The morning sun cast long beams across the council chamber, illuminating the polished table and the maps that lay scattered across it.Elara stepped into the chamber with her head held high, her braid tight against her back, her blue dress swaying softly with each measured step. Every noble eye turned toward her, curiosity sparking in the lines of their faces. She had been here before in stolen glances from the doorway or whispers beyond the walls, but never like this. This time, she was not a shadow. She was a presence.Her father sat at the head of the long oak table, his silver-streaked hair catching the light. Alpha Thorne’s gaze fell on her immediately, sharp and assessing, but not unkind. Beside him, her mother, Lady Selene, sat wi
The Princess's Second Life Chapter forty-One: The Board of Wolves
The council chamber smelled of old wood, parchment, and simmering tension. Elara entered quietly behind her father, her steps echoing against the stone floor. Every noble eye turned toward her, and though their faces betrayed nothing outright, she caught the flicker of disapproval in their gazes.Alpha Thorne moved to the head of the table, his silver-threaded hair catching the morning light, his authority as tangible as the heavy oak seat he claimed. Elara stood behind and to the side, where the shadows met the sunlit windows, a position that marked her as present but not yet part of the circle.“This session will be brief,” her father began, voice carrying the weight of command. “But the issues at hand are no less urgent.”A murmur swept through the nobles as scrolls were unrolled and pushed across the table. Trade routes, border security, whispers of Ironfang’s movements—it was all there, neatly inked and neatly argued. Elara’s sharp gaze swept over the maps, the way Lord Garron le
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