ログインKING IDRA POV 👑 👑, 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. “I think it looks better than before, my lady,” Fiona says softly behind me. I nod. “It does.” 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. “I want to plant edible plants,” I say. “Vegetables. Fruits.” Fiona smiles. “That would be wonderful.” I nod again. Something simple. Something that belongs to me. Not given. Not controlled. Mine. I step outs
KING IDRA POV 👑, 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. “It is alright,” I say, my voice lower now. “I will not leave you.” 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 👑 👑 ,“Good morning, Queen Viola.”My 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.“Why do you treat her so coldly?”Viola’s voice cuts through it.I turn to her slowly.“She is your wife.”I say nothing for a moment.Then, simply, “She is not important.”The words come easily.Too easily.I shift my attention fully to Viola. “I came to check on you. We have not spent much time together.”She studies me.Carefully.“That is alright,” she says softly. “You should spend time with your new wife.”“No.”The answer is immediate.“I will spend the night with you today.”Something flickers in her eyes.But she shakes her head.“No, Idra. Kiana will be spending her nights in my wing until her cha
KIANA POV 👑 👑, 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 Idra’s 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. “Oh… I am sorry,” I say quickly. “I did not mean to wake you.” 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, 👑 👑 👑 “Take Kiana to your chambers.” Mother’s 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. “What is she do
KIANA POV“My lady, I do not like how the king is treating you.”Fiona’s 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.“I know, Fiona,” I say quietly. “But what can I do? I agreed to this marriage because of our people.”The 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.“We should weed Queen Lila’s garden first,” I add, straightening slightly.She hesitates. “But my lady, Queen Viola mentioned that her garden contains dangerous plants.”“I know,” I reply, glancing at her. “But we should not anger her.”That is the truth of this place.It is not about what is right.It is about what keeps you alive.Fiona lowers her gaze. “Yes, my lady.”
King Thalric – POV, The hall empties slowly after he leaves. No one speaks. No one dares. I remain where I stand long after the doors have closed behind him. Kiana. The name echoes louder now. Not as a daughter. Not as laughter in the halls. As a price. My hands tighten at my sides, fing
(King Thalric – POV, ) He does not arrive like other kings. No grand procession. No needless display. And yet The moment I am told he has entered my palace, I feel it. A shift in the air. A tightening in the chest. A warning that arrives without sound. “King Idra awaits in the great hall
(Third Person – pov) Morning light spills gently into the eastern wing of the palace, soft and golden, touching everything it finds with warmth. Here, there is no sickness. No smoke. No fear. Only laughter. “Kiana, stand still!” The Queen’s voice carries across the chamber, firm but filled
(King Thalric – POV, )The illness begins long before the fires.I remember the first report.A single village.A handful of sick.A healer insisting it was nothing unusual.A fever. A passing weakness. Nothing worth troubling the crown.I believed it then.I do not believe it now.“Another has fal







