All Chapters of Forgotten Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

ASHYREL – POVThe palace was quiet.Too quiet.The halls, once echoing with the rustle of noble cloaks and the click of boots, now rested under the weight of justice. The nobles who plotted our downfall had been stripped of their titles, their names now faded whispers. For once, peace didn’t feel like a distant luxury—it felt like something we had earned.But even as the silence wrapped itself around the corridors, inside me…There was another kind of storm.A secret. A flicker.A heartbeat not my own.---I stood by the wide arched window of our shared chambers, arms gently wrapped around my stomach, fingers brushing the silk of my robe. No movement yet. Too early.But I knew.I had known for weeks.The strange fatigue, the pull in my body, the soft dizziness at dawn. The palace healer confirmed it, and I asked her to remain silent. Just for now.Because I wasn’t sure…How to tell him.Not out of fear.But because, somehow, in all our battles—we never once talked about a future like

ASHYREL’S POV“Peace may quiet the battlefield… but never the hearts of those who still want the throne.”---I knew something was off the moment I walked into the war room.The air was too still. The tension too sharp.And the woman beside Sylvester was smiling too sweetly.She was tall, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back like velvet, wearing a crimson gown that was far too scandalous for a court diplomat. Her lips curled at the edges—not politely, but like she knew something I didn’t.Sylvester looked calm, unreadable as always, leaning against the table with a scroll in hand. But when he glanced at me, I caught it—That flicker of relief.Like he’d been holding his breath.“Your Majesty,” the woman said, voice like honeyed daggers. “We were just discussing trade terms. I’m Liora. From the Southern Courts.”Liora.I knew that name. Daughter of Lord Vallien, head of the merchant fleet—and an ambitious snake. She wasn’t here to negotiate.She was here to climb.And clearly,

THE THRONES THAT BIND THEM ALLThird Person POV ---In the heart of the Empire, the palace was more than a residence.It was a battlefield.A chessboard.A prison dressed in gold.The throne itself did not belong to just one man. Not yet. And certainly not to the one who most deserved it.For years, the crown had been held in *limbo*—bound by ancient law, old blood, and the will of nobles who feared change more than they feared war.And so, the Empire was ruled by a High Council—a body of noble houses and royal bloodlines—until a final heir could be chosen to ascend not just in name, but in legacy.There were two contenders.Two heirs.Prince Sylvester, the younger son of the late Emperor—but the one beloved by the people, respected by the army, and feared by enemies.And then…There was Crown Prince Kaelion.The official heir.The firstborn.And the problem.---Kaelion had inherited the crown by law, not by loyalty.He was cold, calculated, and cared more for alliances than for the