The sun had barely set when a knock rattled the wooden door of Isabella’s attic flat above the bakery. She froze mid-step, clutching one twin to her chest while the other slept in the cradle. Her heart pounded. For weeks, she had lived in disguise, under the name Elena, always looking over her shoulder, always expecting danger.This knock was different. Firm. Authoritative.Before she could react, the door opened with a creak, and three men entered, dressed in plain clothes but carrying the unmistakable bearing of royal guards. At their head stood Sir Roland, the King’s most trusted knight.“Your Grace,” he said softly, bowing his head. “We’ve come to take you home.”Isabella’s breath caught. “Home?” she whispered. “No. The palace is not safe. The palace tried to kill me—”Sir Roland shook his head. “The King knows everything now. The poison, Aura’s plots, Lady Miriam’s betrayal. He sent us not to command you, but to protect you. He swore on his crown that no harm will touch you or th
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