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Althea couldn’t believe how Gavriel was overreacting. Ever since he found out about her pregnancy, he had become unbearably protective.Yes, he allowed her to spend time with Melva and Tristan, but she was never truly alone. There were always eyes on her… two royal physicians, four maidservants, and even royal guards trailing nearby.And for what?She was only walking along the seashore, planning a simple picnic with Melva, Tristan, and the twins. “Seriously, His Majesty couldn’t even let you have a day to yourself, huh?” Melva teased as she started picking fruits from the basket. “But I understand where he’s coming from. It’s better to be safe than sorry. After all, you are the queen of our kingdom.”“This feels nice,” Tristan said, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. “It reminds me of the days we used to sneak off to the river, having picnics like this… dreaming about being together by the beach, swimming and enjoying ourselves freely.”“It would be nice if we could swim
Most Suitable OneBeatrice couldn’t believe the mess she had made while drunk. She quickly turned her head away and firmly denied it.“No… everything is blurry. All I remember is being with Uncle Arturo and Princess Riela, and then… I think I passed out.”She swallowed, then hurriedly added, “Her Highness said you carried me back to my quarters last night. I haven’t properly thanked you… so, thank you. And I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble.”Beatrice almost wanted to praise herself for not stuttering. It was a relief that she had managed to avoid Uriel’s intense, searching gaze. She refused to turn back, even straightening her posture slightly, worried he might notice how fast her heart was beating if she kept leaning against him.Uriel didn’t answer right away, and the silence made Beatrice uneasy. She could already tell he wasn’t convinced by her excuse, and it only made her more nervous.“Is that so?” he finally said, and she bit her lower lip hard.“Yes, I really don’t remembe
Beatrice did her best to keep her calm and composed as she guided her horse along the road. The three of them rode at a slow pace, mostly because both men seemed determined to match her speed.“You two can go ahead and ride faster,” she suggested with a polite smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve ridden a horse and been outside, so I’m enjoying the scenery.”“It’s quite alright,” Lord Evan replied warmly, his smile wide and earnest. “I said I would accompany you, and I happen to have the entire day free.”Uriel didn’t comment at all, making her raised her eyebrow. Quickly, she turned to Lord Evan and smiled back graciously. “That’s very sweet of you.”She continued chatting politely with Lord Evan, responding to his questions and occasionally laughing softly at his comments.But in truth, her attention was elsewhere.Her senses were secretly focused on Uriel.From the corner of her eyes, she kept observing him, waiting—hoping—for some kind of reaction. Yet every time she stole a glanc
“Where are we going?” Riela asked as Beatrice pulled her along the palace corridor and out toward the courtyard.“Well, I want to buy a few things at the market,” Beatrice replied with a wide grin. “And since it’s our free day, we might as well enjoy it.”As they made their way outside, Beatrice suddenly spotted someone familiar ahead.Her face immediately brightened.“Uncle!”Arturo turned at the sound of her voice and walked toward them halfway, a faint smile already forming on his face.“Are you done attending the court meeting?” Beatrice asked cheerfully as she approached him. At the same time, her sharp eyes carefully observed the interaction between her uncle and Riela.She grinned inwardly.Riela’s cheeks had turned slightly pink as she gave Arturo a timid smile, while Arturo greeted her with a respectful bow and a warm expression.‘Ah… these two really look good together,’ Beatrice thought to herself with satisfaction.An idea quickly sparked in her mind.“You should come with
Althea sat quietly on the bed while the royal physician examined her, though her eyes kept drifting toward Gavriel.He had been pacing back and forth across the chamber ever since she complained about feeling unwell. Every few steps he would stop and glance at her, his brows tightly drawn with worry.She sighed softly.“Relax,” she told him with a reassuring smile.Gavriel stopped pacing but only long enough to glare at the physician beside her.“How could I relax when she looks this pale?” he retorted sharply. “What is it? Did she eat something bad last night?”
Beatrice groaned as her eyes fluttered open.“Ugh… my head,” she mumbled, pressing her palms against her temples and rubbing gently, hoping to soothe the pounding inside.“You’re finally awake!”Her eyes snapped shut at the sound of Riela’s voice. A small smile tugged at her lips despite the throbbing in her head. At this point, she and Princess Riela had become like sisters, more than just friends.Beatrice had always looked up to Riela when they were younger, relying on her like a big sister. But that bond had been fractured when Riela fell ill, her mind slipping after the chaos caused by Cain.For nearly a
The words hit the space between them like a thrown blade. For a heartbeat, Gavriel didn’t move. His eyes, dark as a storm, flickered with something she couldn’t quite name—anger, hunger, respect. The grip on her hips tightened, but not cruelly; it was as if he were holding her together instead of
Gavriel moved through the town like a shadow, every step deliberate. The closer he drew to the square, the louder the panic grew—shouts, crying, the metallic ring of shutters being slammed shut. People ran past him, faces pale, eyes wild. Mothers clutched children to their chests; shopkeepers shov
Althea’s eyes glazed with heat, her body straining against his, and still she met his gaze, lips parting. “I’m not—” she gasped as another deep thrust stole her breath.His growl rumbled against her chest as he pushed faster, harder, his dominance crashing over her like the water spilling around th
Since when did Rett have a warlock? And not just any warlock but one powerful enough to open a portal?Althea’s thoughts spun as she caught sight of movement through the trees. Ash’s fur glowed faintly under the moonlight as the wolf sprinted toward her, and behind him came three of her guards, Rud







