The next few days passed and I didn't hear from the king. It was as if the earth has swallowed him completely. My walks around the library and garden became more often, hoping to come across him as there was no permission to go meet him in his private chamber. Even if I wanted to go meet him, would I? He would only think I have started to fall in love with him and I can't do without seeing him. No way! I couldn't bring such a thought into his head. But that still wouldn't stop me from moving around the palace because I knew I would eventually see him. I stood at the threshold of my chamber, ready to step out into the corridors of the palace. The air felt heavy with anticipation as I prepared to face the day ahead. But as I took a step forward, my path was obstructed by a familiar figure – Eirene. Her presence jolted me, and all my desires of venturing out dissipated like smoke. Like, what on earth did she want this time? With a tinge of hesitancy, I took a step back, retre

Prince Alistair stirred, emerging from the depths of his chamber as the morning light gently kissed his face. After a night of restful slumber, he summoned the strength to rise and face the new day. They all had fun last night as they had all partaken in a jubilant celebration with the king. It was a grand affair, marking the illustrious monarch's fourth year of ascendancy to the throne. He was so tired but he knew he had to wake up again and follow his daily routine. The morning sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows, casting a soft glow on his handsome features. His eyes scanned the corridor, searching for the one person who had been occupying his thoughts for days - Beta Kristen. They were all in the king's garden last night, having fun and jubilating, but he just sat there and watch them solemnly. He wanted to try to talk to him but he knew he wasn't going to respond. He never responded I'm the private, why would he want to in the public? As he stepped

"There can be no queen as beautiful as I am," Daphne giggled. Daphne sighed softly as she sat at her vanity, her delicate fingers carefully arranging her dark curls. The room was hushed, filled only by the soft rustling of silk and the gentle murmur of whispered conversations from the adjoining corridors. She was used to this ritual, the daily preparation to meet with the elders and if possible the king but most of the time, it was the elders. The cold, opulent chamber served as a constant reminder of her status as his concubine but the aim of becoming the king's queen never faded on her mind. Just as her chamber reminded her of her status, it also reminded her of what she was hoping to become in the future. Daphne glanced at her reflection in the ornate mirror, her eyes tracing the delicate lines of her face, wondering if she would ever truly be seen as more than just a fleeting companion. "I look just too good to be real." She said to herself, giggling now and then

"It's a lovely day today, isn't it?" The Headmaid chuckled as she strolled along the basement. "It sure is, Headmaid. It's a very lovely day." The maids responded. The laundry room was abuzz with activity as Cleo and the other maids worked diligently, scrubbing, wringing, and hanging clothes to dry. The space was filled with a soothing sound, the rhythmic swishing of fabric being washed and the soft chatter of the maids as they shared stories and caught up on the day's happenings. Cleo, with her hair tightly pulled back, found solace in the repetitive motion of washing. As she scrubbed a shirt in front of her, her mind wandered, paying half-attention to the stories being exchanged around her. She heard snippets of conversations about funny incidents in the kitchen, rumors of new arrivals in the household, and even a few playful arguments about which maid had the highest pile of laundry. Suddenly, the laundry room door creaked open, and a maid from the bustling kitc

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Elder Ryan, his words hanging heavily in the air. The weight of his declaration seemed to suffocate me, the pressure of expectation bearing down on my shoulders. I glanced at the king, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation in his eyes, but his expression remained impassive. The entire field seemed to hold its breath, the tension palpable. The crowd around us gasped, their murmurs rising in confusion and intrigue. Some wore expressions of elation, while others mirrored my own shock. The realization began to set in that everything was about to change, that my life was about to be irrevocably altered just because of this old people. They were trying to instigate the king against me or what? As the silence stretched on, my gaze locked with the king's intense eyes. They bore into mine, an unspoken question hanging between us. I didn't know what was in his mind but would he truly declare me as his breeder? Do you even know wha