All Chapters of The Princess' Golden Cage: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Caroline’s POV:“Excuse me, Your Highness, I will leave you with your… friend,” Liam murmured close to my ear. I wasn’t even sure if Stephen was able to hear him, and I am pretty sure that I was the only one in the room that could hear that he was hurt because of it.Since we were not alone, I could not reassure him or clarify anything, so I nodded and murmured: “You are dismissed, Private Caldwell.” I tried to look into Liam’s eyes to understand the turmoil that was taking his soul and try to promise him that everything would be fine, and I wasn’t happy to see Stephan here either, but I couldn’t do that much. Liam turned his back and got out through the same door that brought us here.I tried to disguise my sadness so that Stephan wouldn't see my disappointment, so I plastered a smile upon my face and turned to face my future husband, at least, in my father's opinion."Stephan! Good to see you

Caroline’s POV:“So, Stephan, it is so good to see you back!” My father exclaimed at dinner. Sometimes, I could manage to avoid those meals with my parents, on the excuse of being busy or feeling unwell, but I knew that I would never manage to do that tonight. My “beloved fiancé” was back in town and since all the kingdom thought that I was madly in love with him, I had to pretend that I missed him badly.“It is good to be back too, Your Majesty,” Stephan answered my father.The king waved at him dismissing all the formalities: “Nonsense, Call me Maximus. You are practically family! I’ve been friends with your parents for decades and now our families will be as one because of your marriage to my beloved daughter!” I felt a little disturbed by my dad’s comments. That was not normal. He was always so formal towards everyone! Who was he trying to trick here?I must have made a really we

Liam’s POV:I knew that this was wrong, and I knew that I should find another way to discover if Vanessa had any kind of proof against us, but that was the best plan that we came up with so far. Actually, Lucille gave the best idea, and here we were, following her plan.There were three types of dorms in the castle: one wing for the single men, which normally would share their rooms, one wing for the single ladies, which was a mix of single rooms and shared ones, and finally, one for the couples and even their kids. The last ones were the largest. I walked through the corridors on my way to the ladies’ wing, I passed through those rooms, and a little heartache came to me. I was planning on bringing my beloved Olivia to live in one of these rooms with me as soon as I give her my name. I didn’t go too far as to imagine our kids living in the capital, but still, I visualized a future with her right next to me, and every day it seemed as if this futu

Liam’s POV:I left the princess’ room thinking about how I would contact Steppenwolf this time. Of course, I had the excuse that we were looking for Guttenberg, but I also had the responsibility to find out more about who was Morgan and what was that "nurse mission" mentioned in Vanessa’s letter. I just had no idea how I would connect both subjects in my next conversation with them, and if I would be allowed to know such a thing.Well, at least I didn’t have to wait a lot for another meeting. In one of my breaks on the next day, I went to my room as I always do, and tucked into my pillowcase there was a small note that simply said:Tonight, 11 o’clock. Same square.Sure, you don’t have to be a genius to understand where this note came from. In the next opportunity I had, I let the princess know that I was going to m

Caroline’s POV:“So, are you or are you not going to tell me what is going on? What did you find, Liam?” I asked him at the very moment he passed through my bedroom door the next morning. I purposely decided that I wouldn’t have breakfast that morning with my parents and that I wanted to be alone just because I wouldn’t like to waste one more second without knowing what Liam learned in his last meeting with the revolutionaries. “Well, I’m going to tell you what I can,” he told me carefully.“What do you mean when you say that you’re going to tell me what you can tell me? I thought that you would tell me everything you have heard!” I complained.“Which means almost nothing,” he murmured as an answer. “Then tell me what you heard, and we can decide together if this is almost nothing or not,” I demanded of him.He nodded acknowledging my reques