๋ก๊ทธ์ธKING IDRA POV ๐ ๐, My wing is finally ready. I stand at the entrance for a moment, taking everything in. It is beautiful. More than I expected. The walls are freshly restored, the floors polished, the air lighter than before. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, settling gently across the room as if nothing bad has ever happened here. As if this place has never been broken. I step inside slowly. Every detail feels new. Carefully placed. Perfect. But something in me does not settle. Not completely. โI think it looks better than before, my lady,โ Fiona says softly behind me. I nod. โIt does.โ But beauty does not erase memory. I walk further inside, letting my fingers brush lightly against the surfaces. Then my thoughts drift elsewhere. The garden. โI want to plant edible plants,โ I say. โVegetables. Fruits.โ Fiona smiles. โThat would be wonderful.โ I nod again. Something simple. Something that belongs to me. Not given. Not controlled. Mine. I step outs
KING IDRA POV ๐, The moment Kiana speaks, I feel it. A presence. Faint. But unmistakable. Vampires. My senses sharpen instantly. I release her and turn toward the darkness, my gaze cutting through the shadows. For a brief second, everything is still. Then they move. Fast. Retreating. Running. They have already sensed me. Cowards. I do not chase. There is no need. I already know who sent them. Lila. The thought settles coldly in my mind. Behind me, Kiana is still trembling. I turn back to her. She looks terrified. Not controlled. Not quiet. Terrified. Her hands shake, her breathing uneven as she looks around as if expecting them to return at any moment. I cannot leave her like this. The realization comes before I can stop it. โIt is alright,โ I say, my voice lower now. โI will not leave you.โ She looks at me as if searching for something in my words. Then she nods slightly. I guide her to the bed. She moves slowly, her body still tense as she sits down.
KING IDRA POV ๐ ๐ ,โGood morning, Queen Viola.โMy voice is calm.Controlled.I do not look at Kiana.Not at first.Then I do.Only briefly.Just enough.My gaze settles on her, sharp, deliberate.A command without words.Leave.She understands.Of course she does.She rises immediately and walks away without a single protest.Silence follows her departure.Heavy.Uncomfortable.โWhy do you treat her so coldly?โViolaโs voice cuts through it.I turn to her slowly.โShe is your wife.โI say nothing for a moment.Then, simply, โShe is not important.โThe words come easily.Too easily.I shift my attention fully to Viola. โI came to check on you. We have not spent much time together.โShe studies me.Carefully.โThat is alright,โ she says softly. โYou should spend time with your new wife.โโNo.โThe answer is immediate.โI will spend the night with you today.โSomething flickers in her eyes.But she shakes her head.โNo, Idra. Kiana will be spending her nights in my wing until her cha
KIANA POV ๐ ๐, I try to move. But I cannot. A strong arm is wrapped around me, holding me in place. For a moment, confusion clouds my thoughts. My body feels heavy, slow, as if I am still caught between sleep and waking. Then I open my eyes. The room comes into view. Large. Dim. Familiar in a way that makes my breath catch. King Idraโs chambers. Everything comes back at once. The garden. The poison. The exhaustion. The bath. The chair. I fall asleep on the chair. So why Am I in his bed? I stiffen. My heart begins to beat faster as I realize just how close I am to him. The arm around me. His arm. I sit up immediately. The movement is sudden, breaking whatever stillness had settled between us. He opens his eyes. Calm. Unbothered. โOhโฆ I am sorry,โ I say quickly. โI did not mean to wake you.โ His gaze settles on me. Cold. Unreadable. Then it shifts. Lower. To the shirt I am wearing. My breath catches. His shirt. The white fabric drapes over me, far
KING IDRA POV, ๐ ๐ ๐ โTake Kiana to your chambers.โ Motherโs voice is firm. Unyielding. I look at Kiana. She is already looking at me. For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then I turn and begin to walk. She hesitates. I hear it in the slight pause behind me, the shift of her breath, the uncertainty in her steps. Then she follows. The walk is quiet. The halls stretch before us, long and silent, lit only by the dim glow of torches. Our footsteps echo against the stone, the only sound breaking the stillness. I do not look back. I do not need to. I can feel her presence behind me. Light. Careful. Unwanted. We reach my chambers. I push the doors open and step inside. She follows. And then Everything stops. Lila is on the bed. The moment she sees us, she pulls the sheets over herself, her expression shifting from calm to sharp in an instant. Kiana turns away immediately, her back to us, as if the sight itself is something she should not witness. โWhat is she do
KIANA POVโMy lady, I do not like how the king is treating you.โFionaโs voice is low, careful, but the frustration in it is clear.I pause, my hands stilling for a moment before I continue gathering the scattered fabrics from the floor.โI know, Fiona,โ I say quietly. โBut what can I do? I agreed to this marriage because of our people.โThe words feel heavier than they should.They always do.Fiona sighs softly behind me, but she does not argue further. She understands. She always has.โWe should weed Queen Lilaโs garden first,โ I add, straightening slightly.She hesitates. โBut my lady, Queen Viola mentioned that her garden contains dangerous plants.โโI know,โ I reply, glancing at her. โBut we should not anger her.โThat is the truth of this place.It is not about what is right.It is about what keeps you alive.Fiona lowers her gaze. โYes, my lady.โ
King Idra pov,I tell Lila there is nothing more to the wedding. It is only a means to seal a deal. Nothing more. Nothing less.She does not argue.That pleases me.I prefer silence over questions that lead nowhere.We lie down side by side, but sleep does not come easily. My thoughts circle around
King Idra POV I do not go to the council. I do not rest. There is only one place I go. Lila. The halls shift as I walk toward her chambers. Warmer. Quieter. Familiar in a way the rest of this palace is not. Torches burn softer here. The air feels different. Less rigid. Less demanding. The gu
Kiana POVThe carriage rocks beneath me.Each movement echoes through my body, steady and unrelenting, like a drum beating against my ribs. I keep my hands folded tightly in my lap, fingers twisting the fabric of my gown just to keep them from trembling.I cannot look at him.Not yet.Not while I a
King Idra โ POV, The ceremony means nothing once it is done. What matters Is what follows. The palace does not celebrate. There is no music. No laughter. Only silence. Heavy. Unwelcome. As expected. Preparations are already underway by the time I step out of the hall. The ston







