Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The king summons us early, before court. His chamber is quiet, the morning light falling through the high windows. I sit beside Gregory, but we do not touch, do not even look at each other.Father clears his throat, his gaze heavy on both of us.“Christie, you begin your charity work today. Gregory, I expect you to stand by her side. This is the second time I ask.”I glance at Gregory quickly, then lower my eyes. My heart waits for his answer.Gregory leans forward, his tone calm, respectful. “Father, I honor your wish. But there are pressing matters in council—trade tariffs and border security. I cannot abandon them now. Christie will do well enough without me.”I stiffen at his words. Do well enough? Alone?Father studies him for a long moment. “Your people need to see unity in their royal house. The scandals of late have shaken confidence.”Gregory bows his head slightly. “And that is why the council must come first. Let Christie represent us in charity while I strengthen the kingd

Months have passed since the Anna and Kian scandal, and I’ve thrown myself into a world of purpose—the fashion school I’m setting up across Aerithia. The palace wing I’ve dedicated for the main school is buzzing with preparations: furniture, sewing stations, mannequins, and shelves filled with fabrics. Beyond it, two smaller branches will serve the outskirts of the kingdom. I have no time to think about anything else.The first instructor out of the three scheduled for an interview, steps forward confidently inside the solarium, and bowing slightly. “Princess Christie, I am Master Thoren. I’ve led workshops in Valoria and consulted for royal designers in three kingdoms. My focus is training students to express originality and technical skill equally.”I nod, reviewing the portfolio he lays out. “Good. I want my students to be confident in their own style, but also disciplined. Can you manage both?”“Absolutely, Princess. I believe creativity needs guidance. I don’t just teach hands; I

A year slips by like a whisper, and my life no longer circles around politics or the council. I bury myself in fabric, sketches, and the laughter of students who believe the world can be stitched into something beautiful. Fashion has become my pulse, my breath and my escape.This morning is no different. Lina hovers around me with her usual fuss, adjusting, pinning and tugging, her eyes sparkling as if I’m her finest creation.“Turn, my lady,” she says, nudging my arm gently. I obey, and the mirror greets me with a reflection that still startles me.The girl staring back is not the plain princess who once walked into court unnoticed. She wears velvet the color of night, vines of silver trailing across her gown, and pearls soft as dew clinging to her sleeves. My gowns are no longer simple, they are statements, alive and daring. Lina steps back with a little gasp. “You look… breathtaking. Truly. People say you’ve become more glamorous than any royal in Aerithia. Some even call you the

The airplane dips, and for a moment my breath catches. Beyond the oval window, Paris stretches out as a glittering maze of lights, streets, and shadows. I whisper, almost to myself, “So this is Paris.”When we land, the airport hums like a restless giant. Voices overlap in French and English, wheels rattle against the tiled floor, and cameras flash somewhere behind me. For a second, panic grips me—what if someone recognizes me as the Princess of Aerithia?A uniformed man approaches, bowing slightly.“Princess Christie?” His accent is thick, rolling each syllable like music.“Yes,” I reply, adjusting the scarf that covers part of my face.“Bienvenue à Paris. I am Jacques, Monsieur Laurent’s man. Please, this way.” He gestures with a gloved hand.We weave through the terminal. People glance at us, some whispering, some too busy to care. A young woman with bright red lipstick stops me briefly.“You… you’re…” she hesitates, squinting.Jacques steps in smoothly. “She is expected elsewhere,

“It feels so good to be back. The welcome is grand, and I realize just how much I’ve missed home.”The dining hall feels emptier tonight. The King sits at the head of the table, his presence filling the space as always, but Gregory’s chair beside him is vacant.I settle across from Father, and before the food is even served, he leans forward, eager. “Tell me, Christie. How was Paris?”I brighten instantly, words spilling out. “It was dazzling, Father. The city, the people and the designs, I’ve never seen anything like it. I learned so much. Pierre Laurent himself welcomed me, and I was able to share my vision for the school.”He chuckles deeply, eyes glowing with pride. “That is my daughter. You carry yourself like a true queen already. Aerithia is blessed to have you.”The warmth of his words lingers, but my gaze keeps slipping to Gregory’s empty chair. I clear my throat. “And… my brother? Why is he not here tonight?”Father’s smile fades just slightly. He picks up his goblet, swirli