Her fingers curled around his hand, tightening with each jolt as the carriage crossed the bumpy road. "Caesar, don't fall asleep. Look at me," Pandora's voice was a soothing drizzle after the tempest.But the storm was far from over. There was a festering corpse lurking within Caesar's gut. Pandora rallied all the healers she could find in Sidioak, but their efforts yielded little hope. The best course of action was to reach the capital. To prevent the rapid spread of infection, she cast a spell to infuse Caesar with spirit energy, keeping him alive.A messenger rode ahead to prepare the physicians. After another day fraught with fear and despair, they finally arrived at the royal infirmary. Letting go of Caesar's hand was one of the hardest things Pandora had ever done. What if he needed her to be there? What if he didn't make it? Nevertheless, she had to leave the room so the healers and physicians could help.Zariah rushed in as Pandora paced anxiously in the courtyard. "How did it

Zariah and seven others were elevated as council members, allowing the royal couples to temporarily forget about the outside world. Pandora and Caesar were inseparable, living the joys of belonging to each other. No one was to disturb them unless there was an emergency. Yet an unexpected call pulled Pandora away from their blissful togetherness, one morning. "Go; I'm sure it won't take long," Caesar released her with a tender kiss on the forehead and a warm, lingering hug. Pandora appreciated the affection but couldn't help feeling embarrassed when she noticed Zariah and the others staring at her.What Caesar thought would be a brief interruption ended up consuming the entire day. "What was the emergency?" he asked when Pandora returned later at night. Her hesitation caught his attention, a flicker of distress reflecting on her face. "Nothing. Just some urgent trade matters," Pandora replied, sinking onto the bed."You look exhausted. I don't mind assisting with the work," Caesar s

Caesar remained deeply in love with Pandora, despite their struggle with infertility. He found it somewhat amusing as she subjected herself to unconventional treatments, enduring hardships in the hope of having a child. The treatments imposed restrictions on her usual activities, leading Caesar to move back to his quarters, allowed to see the Queen only on days appointed by physicians.The potions took a toll on Pandora, weakening her physically. Despite her attempts to downplay the effects, it was clear that her mental health was deteriorating. While depression was common among omegas, it was rare among alphas.For Caesar, the years together passed like a fleeting moment, but for Pandora, it felt like an eternity of unfulfillment. Amidst their personal crisis, the world itself was crumbling.Slora teetered on the edge of collapse. The plague spread uncontrollably, claiming the lives of Kings and Queens, and leaving behind leaders ill-equipped to handle the crisis.Candor, too, faced

Years later, Ingram's capital basked in the brightness of spring. The sun illuminated the city, and the air was filled with the melodic tweets of birds engaged in their mating songs. The kingdom, swarmed by the undead, had found peace as citizens, migrants, and those who had overcome the dark times lived harmoniously.However, within the castle walls, trouble brewed. The Queen, her eyes filled with madness and lips etched in a thick frown, stormed toward the quarters of the Prince. Caesar followed closely behind, aware that Pandora's anger had reached its boiling point. "Where is he?" Pandora's gaze remained fixed ahead, her fists clenched at her sides."The Prince is in his room. General Zariah managed to calm him down," a servant reported, bowing halfway.The doors swung open, revealing Pandora's determined entrance. Her son cradled against Zariah's chest, received soothing head pats, his blood-red eyes blinking at his enraged mother."Mother," Arlen said, sitting up and rubbing hi

All Arlen did was obey. He followed Luca to Colverdale's capital, to a silent compound where they were welcomed by strangers. Strangers who groomed him for the coming ceremony. "This will look divine on you, Master Julius," the entourage smiled at Arlen as they assembled different outfits to choose from. "An eastern robe will hide your figure but leave an inviting mystery for your groom," one said. "No, that garment is too heavy for his delicate physique. A harem dress is light and airy. It would fit him so well. He can wear his beautiful hair down," another argued. Arlen did not mind. He was used to being told what to do. Moreover, these people only meant well. "They are lovely, but I do not wish to be treated as a woman. I am still a man." Arlen was soft-spoken. The atmosphere was awkwardly quiet for a minute. But a woman rekindled their spirit by suggesting another outfit. "I might know just the thing you need." Her appearance gave off the feeling that she had been doing this