บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Prince Of Rebel: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Prince KeithI couldn’t help but fist my hands in rage, the king knew what he was doing, he was intentionally provoking me to see what I am going to do, I am not going to give him the satisfaction he wants though, I have something far bigger, far better than getting angry about my parents remembrance. I sat in my room trying to work but each time I held a file, my mind went back to everything he had said and I couldn’t bring myself to work. A sudden knock on the door jolted me from my reverie and I tilted my head towards the door, “Come in,” I muttered and the door was pushed open, One of my guards stepped inside. "My apologies for the interruption, Your Majesty," Raugh said, then turned slightly towards me. "Prince Keith, the garden decorations are complete. They are exactly as you specified for... for the celebration."I had found out that the date of the anniversary of my parents' deaths was also Heather's birthday. I didn’t want anything that is going to stop Heather from celebr

Heather I walked beside Prince Keith, my hands lightly resting on the push handles of his wheelchair, guiding him forward. My mind, however, was not entirely focused on that. It kept replaying what just happened at the royal mausoleum, the raw, unguarded emotions I had witnessed from him. The devastating grief that had wracked his body, the unexpected tears that had streamed down his face... and then, the kiss. A kiss so tender, so full of unspoken feeling, that it had left me speechless and trembling.Who was this man? The stoic, often reserved Prince I thought I knew had peeled back layers I never imagined existed, revealing a depth of sorrow and, impossibly, a flicker of something that felt like affection directed at me. It was disorienting, thrilling, and utterly confusing.We turned a corner as we made our way towards the gardens. I wondered what we were doing in the garden, Had he come here to cry since no one would really suddenly step into the garden to look at him, I was con

Prince Keith The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Heather. Her face, softened by sleep, was turned towards me, her dark hair scattered against the pillow. Sunlight, filtered through the curtains, cast a warm glow on her skin, making her look like a painting. My heart swelled with happiness and contentment.I couldn’t fathom how I had lived before her, gently, so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her hair, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained asleep. I pulled back walking towards the window, pulling back the curtain to let more light stream into my chamber. Thirty minutes later, I heard a gentle knock that was enough to stir Heather. I quickly sat down in my wheelchair and turned it towards the door, I opened the door and it was one of the maids who came in with my breakfast. “Good morning, Your Highness,” she greeted.“Morning,” I replied, my gaze briefly flick

Prince Keith "I'm sorry to interrupt, your highness, "but... Nyles is back. She asked me to let you know about it." The moment those words left the guards ' mouths my breath hitched, and a soft gasp got caught in my throat. Nyles!I had almost forgotten that someone like that existed, I was so lost in Heather, lost in my feelings, and everything about her that I had forgotten I had another woman to deal with, I was rooted to the ground, unable to move. "Keith?" Heather's voice came softly. I let out a deep, shuddering breath and glanced at her."Heather," I managed, my voice rougher than I intended."I... I think I will return to my chambers," Heather said, her voice barely a whisper, before I could even form a coherent protest, before I could beg her to stay she turned and walked away. I watched her back lump forming on my throat. Every instinct screamed at me to reach for her, to pull her back, but my hands remained gripping the armrests of my wheelchair and then I saw Nyles was

Prince Keith’s POV The jarring screech of my wheelchair's wheels against the polished marble floor echoed in the suffocating silence of the corridor. I knew I had messed up terribly. Heather's face, etched with a pain I had inflicted, burned behind my eyelids. Her quiet anger, far more potent than any shouted word weighs in my chest. She never raised her voice, not at me, not ever and I, the supposed Prince, the man who claimed to care for her, had unleashed my frustration and misdirected rage at her.Just overwhelmed was my pathetic excuse. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the palace Nyles's sudden return. I should have known this was how she would act. Nyles always had a way of asserting her claim, of disrupting any semblance of peace, and Heather, my gentle, steady Heather, was caught in the crossfire.My chair whirred, carrying me away from the guilt-ridden silence of her room and back towards my own chambers. I didn't need to look behind me to know Nyles was there, her footste