All Chapters of From Chains To Crown: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Author's POVI'm back. Just about to head to my room when I spot Anna with Valentina. Hmm. Let me go see what they’re up to. 😉Third Person POV"This is the concoction you're going to give Emily. Don't change it," Anna said, handing over a glass cup filled with a strange - looking drink to Valentina. Her eyes were sharp with intent.Valentina nodded and took the cup without asking any questions. She watched Anna walk away, her long gown sweeping the floor behind her.She glanced down at the drink. Since Emily came to this palace, she thought, Prince Damien and Princess Anna have become like enemies — like they aren’t even siblings anymore. She shook her head and began walking toward Damien’s room, the cup trembling slightly in her hand.When she got there, she knocked softly."Enter," Damien's voice responded from inside.Valentina opened the door and stepped into the room. The air inside was heavy.Emily was lying on the bed, weak, her face swollen and streaked with tears. Her lips

Why would I be afraid to eat the food when I knew I hadn’t poisoned it? Where would I even get poison from? That accusation didn’t even make sense. I held the plate, scooped a spoonful of the food, and brought it to my mouth confidently.But just as I was about to take the bite, Damien slapped my hand hard. The spoon flew from my grip, and the food spilled to the ground.“You don’t need to eat it,” he said flatly.Then he turned his furious gaze on Anna.“Even if she wants to poison me, even if she plans to kill me, what’s it to you?” he asked sharply. “Are you Damien? Is Damien you?”Anna’s eyes widened. “So you mean someone trying to kill you isn’t a big deal to you? Brother, are you hearing yourself?”I just stood there, watching them trade words like enemies instead of siblings. Their constant drama no longer surprised me. Every moment was another battle between them. I turned to leave the room, not wanting to be dragged into their nonsense.But Anna’s voice stopped me in my track

My heart dropped a little. From the way Anna stood stiffly at the door and the silence behind her words, I could already sense that something serious was going on. Anna thrived on drama, but this — this felt like something heavier. Something bigger.“Okay, go,” I said, trying to act indifferent. “I’ll be on my way.”“No,” she replied firmly. “We’re going together.”I clenched my jaw, irritation bubbling up inside me. Without thinking, I grabbed the spoon from my cereal bowl and hurled it in her direction. She squealed and quickly ducked, the spoon clattering against the wall behind her.I gritted my teeth in frustration. I wish that spoon had hit her square in the head. Maybe it’d knock some sense into that stupid girl.The cornflakes sat forgotten. My appetite was gone.I stood up, dusted off my trousers, and stormed out of the room, heading straight for the new palace. Whatever chaos Anna had stirred up this time, I was going to see it with my own eyes.As I stepped into the grand h

I was still there in the cell, sitting in the same cold, hard corner where I had spent the entire night. My body was stiff from the position, my stomach hollow with hunger. The silence of the dungeon had become familiar, almost comforting — until the heavy iron door creaked open again.I didn’t bother to look up. I didn’t care who it was. Whoever it was couldn’t possibly bring anything that mattered.But then, I heard her voice.“Emily… this is your food. You’re not allowed to eat until tomorrow, but… I brought this secretly. No one knows.”It was Valentina.For a second, I almost laughed — what was the point?Why would I eat, knowing I was going to die?Even her voice disgusted me. She stood there pretending to care, but where had that concern been when I needed it the most? She knew the truth. She knew who had done what. Yet she stayed silent, let them parade me like a criminal. And now she brings food? Now she wants to play the role of a friend?I hated her.I didn’t listen to a wo

The ride to Prince Ethan's kingdom felt like both a blur and a silent war zone in my chest. No one said a word. I sat beside him in the carriage, my hands still trembling from everything that had just happened — my near-death experience, the lashes that had already begun to bruise my skin, the shame, the false accusations. And now this prince, this stranger, had “bought” me under the claim of a ritual offering. But why?I didn’t trust it. Not yet.The golden gates of his kingdom finally opened after hours of travel. The guards bowed low as we passed. The castle was massive and beautifully designed — white marbled floors, tall vine-covered pillars, and a garden even more glorious than the royal grounds I’d left behind. But I couldn’t enjoy the beauty. Not now. I was too alert, too ready for another trick, another humiliation.As we stepped down from the carriage, I followed him silently. I expected to be paraded as the “slave” he had just rescued. But instead, Ethan whispered something