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At that point, Zedekiel stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Ron’s lower back and gently nudging him closer to his father. “Your Majesty,” he said respectfully. “I assure you. None of this is an illusion or a game. It’s real.”“Yes, Father!” Prince Ron piped up. Being beside his beloved, he wondered why he was even nervous in the first place. His beloved was here. There was nothing his father could do. No one would dare take him away. He even stepped forward himself. “Come, Father, touch it! See for yourself that it’s not fake.” With that, he boldly grabbed his father’s hand and guided it to rest against his rounded belly.King Cain froze.He directly felt the warmth of the swell. It felt just like the time his wife was pregnant! And then, he felt a tiny movement beneath his palm and his eyes widened.“That’s… that’s real,” he whispered, panicking internally. As a man, he couldn't wven imagine carrying a baby. His eyes rolled back, vision swimming and just when he was about to c

Rose staggered a step back. Her breath was coming faster now. She shook her head. No. No. Women were not allowed to rule. No woman had ever ruled. That was what the books said. She then gasped as she realised that they said ‘No woman had ever ruled Ashenmore,’ not ‘No woman can ever rule Ashenmore.’ She had misunderstood all along.“Do you remember your thirteenth, fifteenth, and eighteenth birthdays?” King Cain asked, stepping beside his wife.Rose gazed at him, going deathly pale. How could she forget? She nodded slowly, tears brimming.“Each time, I asked you what your dream was, remember?” King Cain continued. “You said you wanted to find a kind man, marry him, and live happily ever after. You never mentioned the throne. That’s why I arranged suitors for you and focused on training Ron instead. Despite being a strong, highly skilled young woman, we thought you just wanted to live a peaceful life. If you had simply told us you wanted the crown, we would have prepared you for it. I

“Wait,” King Cain said, gazing at Alaric. “Who are you? How do you know all this?”“I am Alaric, leader of the Nightshade coven.” Alaric replied.King Cain and Queen Lillian paled for that was enough for them to understand. Alaric was a witch!They had once read from the ancient history books, the tales of Witches, Elves, The Shadows and many more. And among the tales of the Witches, there was one coven which stood out the most and was mentioned maybe a hundred times. The coven was so powerful, so feared, that it was spoken of with both awe and dread.The Nightshade Coven. The strongest coven in existence before it was supposedly destroyed in a catastrophic war that turned the skies red and the rivers black.But now, seeing Alaric, they knew. The Nightshades had not perished. They had merely hidden.King Cain exhaled deeply. First it was Elves and The Shadows, then the fact that his son was pregnant. Now, there are Nightshade Witches. What next? Fairies? Dragons? Perhaps even the devi

He was kneeling in front of Ron, his hands shielding Ron’s ears even as blood streamed freely from his own. His silver hair was matted with it, his face smeared and glistening crimson under the strain. His shoulders trembled with the effort to remain upright, but he refused to move. The only thing keeping him conscious was Ron before him and their babies. He had to protect them.He promised.Seeing Zedekiel in so much pain, Queen Liilan acted at once, swiftly cupping her hands over Zedekiel’s ears.“Cain!” she shouted. “Come here and help me!”King Cain saw what she was doing and moved. He joined her and placed his own hands over hers, effectively reducing the effect of the sound.Zedekiel let out a rattling breath. The pain and the sound didn’t vanish, but it dulled. He no longer felt like knives were being stabbed into his skull repeatedly. Rather, it felt like a dull incessant pounding. Still it was better for the bleeding had ceased.King Cain then looked at his soldiers. “What th

Gasping for breath, Zedekiel pushed himself to his feet, transforming into his Elf form, ready to charge again when a slow, deliberate sound broke the silence.“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” and then an amused chuckle. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”Zedekiel turned toward the sound, unsurprised to see a figure cloaked in robes so dark they seemed to blend into the night. The figure’s face was hidden beneath a deep hood and around him, shadows slithered like smoke, curling and twisting unnaturally in the air. Zedekiel raised his hand and his ice-like sword materialized with a sharp hum, the blade glowing faintly blue. Frost exuded from its edges, like silver smoke woven with snowflakes.“You finally show yourself,” he sneered. “Shadow Master.”The Shadow Master tilted his head, then clicked his tongue again disapprovingly, slow and scornful.“I’ve heard so much about the great Elf King. The fearless warrior who butchered his treacherous uncle and saved his people from those terrible humans at