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Chapter Seven

Autor: Mide_writes
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-21 16:57:28

HOUSE OAKHART

The Oakhart grounds were unusually quiet that morning.

The estate had always been filled with the sounds of soldiers training, but today there was only the slow tolling of the funeral bell.

A black coffin rested at the center of the ancestral burial grounds beneath the Oakhart standard. The silver wolf had been embroidered across the dark cloth, and Seraphine's spear rested upon the lid.

Soldiers from the northern army stood around the grave in formal uniform. Many had traveled al
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    "The Oakharts are trying to kill us!"Her cry immediately drew the attention of the remaining mourners.She clutched her husband's arm. "They know we're weaker than them. They're using their power against us!"Whispers quickly spread through the crowd that had gathered."The Oakharts drew their swords.""At a funeral?""What happened?""Did that man attack them?""I heard he was struck first."The situation had changed completely.The old general's expression hardened."Sheathe your swords,” he ordered.The younger men hesitated, clearly unwilling.The old general's voice became sharper."Now."One by one, the blades disappeared into their scabbards.The old general looked toward his son."You. Stand down."Conrad was still glaring at Darius."Father, he has been provoking us for years.""I said stand down."Conrad clenched his jaw and he finally stepped back.But he kept muttering under his breath."Why in God's name did Helena ever marry such a man?"Darius struggled to his feet, hi

  • The Sickly Crown Prince And His Fierce Wife   Chapter Seven

    HOUSE OAKHARTThe Oakhart grounds were unusually quiet that morning.The estate had always been filled with the sounds of soldiers training, but today there was only the slow tolling of the funeral bell.A black coffin rested at the center of the ancestral burial grounds beneath the Oakhart standard. The silver wolf had been embroidered across the dark cloth, and Seraphine's spear rested upon the lid.Soldiers from the northern army stood around the grave in formal uniform. Many had traveled all the way from the border to attend.Their usual discipline was nowhere to be found.One young soldier kept his head lowered, his eyes red. Another repeatedly wiped his face whenever he thought nobody was watching.At the front stood the Oakhart family members.Seraphine's grandfather stood nearest the coffin, dressed in his black military coat, the silver wolf insignia fastened at his breast. His back remained straight and his expression was stern. Only his red eyes betrayed him.Beside him st

  • The Sickly Crown Prince And His Fierce Wife   Chapter Six

    THE IMPERIAL HALLVALEDRIAThe Imperial Hall stood at the heart of the palace, beyond the Grand Court.Its vaulted ceiling rose high above rows of deep-blue banners bearing the Valedrian dragon, while tall arched windows cast pale morning light across the stone floor. At the far end of the chamber, the throne stood upon a raised marble dais. No one sat upon it yet.By the time the assembly gathered, the hall was already filled with low conversation.Officials stood beneath the high stone arches, gathered in twos and threes as they spoke amongst themselves. Their dark coats and long military tunics were cut neatly against their bodies, the high collars fastened beneath their throats. Gold and silver embroidery marked their different ranks without becoming excessive. A few wore cloaks bearing the colors of their houses, while the military commanders favored simpler coats that left little room for ornament.The men spoke in hushed voices, discussing matters of state while keeping a care

  • The Sickly Crown Prince And His Fierce Wife   Chapter Five

    For several seconds, neither of them moved.Seraphine stared at the man standing in the doorway.The Crown Prince stared back.His gaze moved over her face before settling on the letter in her hand.Seraphine's eyes followed his, and she was momentarily flustered.Not because of his appearance.She had seen enough half-naked men in military camps to know better than to be flustered by a man's bare chest.It was simply because she had been caught snooping around in his personal space.But, she didn't let it show on her face.Without a word, she returned the document to the narrow gap between the leather-bound volumes.Then she turned away from him."I'll give you a moment to dress."The man watched her turn away and raised a brow.She was quite calm for a noble lady standing in front of a half-naked man."There's no need."His voice stopped her.Seraphine glanced back.Lucien had already pulled his outer robe over his shoulders. He tied it slowly, then waved to whoever was behind him b

  • The Sickly Crown Prince And His Fierce Wife   Chapter Four

    CROWN PRINCESS'S QUARTERS EASTERN WING, IMPERIAL PALACE "They cannot be serious!" Rosalie lifted the bowl of porridge and looked at it as though it had personally offended her. "Your Highness, this is what they sent you?" Seraphine glanced at the tray. "What is wrong with it?" Rosalie looked at her in disbelief. "What is wrong with it?" She placed the bowl back down with slightly more force than necessary. "Everything." Seraphine's eyes moved over the meal. There was a bowl of plain rice porridge, a small serving of steamed vegetables, a few slices of meat and nothing else. "Is this not enough?" she asked. Rosalie's mouth fell open. "Enough?" She pointed accusingly at the tray. "Your Highness, you nearly drowned last night. You lost blood, struck your head and have been unconscious since then. And this is what they send you?" She shook her head furiously. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were feeding an ordinary servant." Seraphine picked up the small p

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    CROWN PRINCESS'S QUARTERS EASTERN WING, IMPERIAL PALACE The next time Seraphine's eyes opened, she was lying on a soft mattress. Her head no longer hurt as badly, and her vision had cleared considerably. Instead, a faint scent of sandalwood and incense surrounded her, making her feel groggy and weak. But at least she could see her surroundings now. A tall canopy stood above her, its pale curtains hanging loosely around the bed. Where was she? She stared upward as the events before she lost consciousness slowly returned to her. The water, the maids, the Crown Prince. She remembered the strange sensation of her hands feeling too small and unfamiliar. Seraphine slowly lifted one into view. A slender, pale hand with delicate fingers stared back at her. She flexed them several times. No, this was not hers. Her gaze swept across the room. It was spacious without being excessively decorated. Pale curtains surrounded the bed, while dark wooden furniture occupied the corners.

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