All Chapters of FOREVER YOURS TO KEEP: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Avery’s POV I staggered into my room like a ghost, my feet numb and my hands trembling. The door slammed behind me, and the silence that followed was deafening. It pressed against my skull, loud and suffocating. I stood still for a moment, my eyes wide, gazing at the familiar space that no longer felt like mine. My knees buckled suddenly. I sank into my bed, the softness mocking the devastation within me. A scream crawled up my throat but never came out. My lips quivered, and silent sobs shook me. Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. It was not just about betrayal. It was the way they stared at me as if I were nothing. As if I were dirt beneath their feet. I pressed my hand to my chest and gasped as if I could not breathe, which I couldn't. It was as if someone had broken my ribs open and scooped out every ounce of joy, hope, and love I had stored inside. I felt hollow, like a broken shell, devoid of meaning. I clutched the edge of my blanket and tightened it around my

Sebastian's POV The wedding was nothing more than a transaction, the seal on a deal made without my permission, as cold and calculated as the man who raised me. However, when I saw Avery Walter walking down the aisle toward me, I froze. She was dressed in pale silver, the gown hugging her slim figure like starlight clinging to midnight. Her dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and for a moment, I forgot how to look away. The girl they called my bride looked like she belonged in a painting, not standing next to a crippled prince who could barely walk ten steps without assistance. I should not have bothered. But I did. Not that I let it show. I remained motionless in my wheelchair, my hands clenched around the rims, as the court officials talked about duty, alliance, and unity. Words I had heard my entire life. Words that meant nothing. She stood next to me, silent and composed. I gave a sideways glance. Her lips were slightly parted, and her hands trembled lightly.

Avery’s POVI was fastening the last button on my dress when I heard a firm knock on the door. I paused because I was not expecting anyone else and I was a little surprised.I approached the door with curiosity, my gown's smooth hem grazing the floor. I cautiously opened it and froze."Good morning."In his wheelchair, Sebastian sat in front of me. He was meticulously dressed in slacks and a dark, fitted shirt. His eyes were as cold and unreadable as ever, and his hair was combed back neatly. But after seeing him here, something was different. right outside my door."Your Highness..." I blinked, speaking more softly than I meant to. "I was not expecting...""I came to ask if you had eaten." His tone was calm and distant, but polite.I stood there, stunned for a moment. "No...not yet.""Then can I come in?"I quickly stepped aside. "Of course."He rolled in with ease, gliding silently across the polished floor. For a brief moment, I just stood there staring. I had not really seen him s

Sebastian's POVThe rhythmic clang of steel on steel irritated my nerves, a dissonance that I normally found oddly comforting. However, today was different. Perhaps it was the way the sun glinted off her hair, a fiery contrast to the drab gray of the training grounds, or the raw determination written across her face. I could not put it into words, but a subtle unease pricked at the edges of my composure. That unease was solidified when Kael entered, his normally impassive features etched with a flicker of surprise."Your Highness," he said, his voice low and measured, in stark contrast to the din outside my study. "I just witnessed the Princess training with the Royal Guard."My hand tightened around the stylus, exerting a faint pressure on the smooth parchment I would been idly sketching on. The Princess Avery is training with the guards? The image, unexpected and somewhat jarring, settled in my mind like unexpected rain. Why would she do such strenuous activity? Was it a clear atte

Sebastian ‘s POVAs Kael wheeled me toward the blue drawing room, the flower sat gently in my palm, its petals trembling in the faint breeze.Without thinking too hard, I looked down at it once more.Light gold. Soft and warm.Like her smile.I tucked the flower into the inner fold of my coat pocket, near my heart.I didn’t know why.Maybe it was because it felt... wrong to toss it aside. Or maybe, it was something else.Kael stopped outside the blue drawing room and bowed, his tone always calm. “She’s inside.”I nodded, and he took his leave.I pushed the wheel with both hands, gliding into the room with practiced ease.Claire stood near the window, her golden gown bathed in the afternoon light. Her smile stretched across her lips as soon as she saw me.“Finally,” she said, walking briskly over. “Let me.”Before I could protest, her hands were already on the chair, helping me roll toward the center of the room.“How are you doing?” she asked, her voice sweet but laced with something