All Chapters of HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

WHISPERS IN THE WINDHALL  Summons Before the War Circle The Windhall was not meant for whispers. Stone pillars reached toward a sky-bound dome carved with the history of queens long gone. Banners of each noble house fluttered overhead, though no wind stirred them. The room echoed—by design. Every footstep, every breath, and every lie was heard. Xavier walked into its center like a shadow passing through history. He was cloaked in black. Freshly washed but no longer polished. There was weight in his steps and silence in his eyes. Blood might have been scrubbed from his skin, but it still clung to the aura

A SHADOW OF TRUTH Breaking the Seal "You're not supposed to be here this late, girl." Ceres looked up, keeping her eyes low like she'd practiced. The old archivist squinted through cracked lenses. "Mistress Annel sent me," she said, pitching her voice higher. "Said the High Beta needed a scroll on ancestral treaties. Urgently." "In the middle of the bloody night?" Ceres offered a sheepish shrug. "I don't ask questions. I just delivered." The archivist grumbled but waved her through.&n

THE RAVEN'S EYE The Spark of Spite—Melka's Perspective Melka polished the silverware too hard. The fork screeched against the cloth, but she didn't care. Her eyes kept darting to the hedge-lined path outside the servant wing. Whispers had floated for days now. The queen was often seen in the gardens alone. That her Shadow returned from death with eyes darker than before. She trembled when she thought no one saw. Melka had seen enou

THE GATHERING STORM Council Chamber—Morning Light, Cold Walls Elder Galrin (reading a scroll aloud):"Valemont has raised the banner of secession. They claim the Queen no longer acts in the interest of the borderlands. They've declared independence, Your Majesty." Council murmurs. Blythe (coldly):"Valemont has twenty horses and a drunk general. Let them bark." Vito (smiling slightly):"Barking can turn to biting when it finds teeth." 

A KISS BENEATH FIRELIGHT  Xavier's Quarters, Late Night Xavier (hearing the quiet knock):"I didn't ask for company." Blythe (pushing open the door, hood drawn):"I'm not a company." Xavier:"You shouldn't be here." Blythe:"I know." Xavier:"Then leave."