All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The dining hall glows in soft gold, the chandeliers catching the silverware as servants move quietly in the background. It’s one of those evenings where everything feels deceptively calm; father at the head of the table, Gregory to his right, and me to his left.We eat in silence for a while, the clinking of cutlery filling the space, before Father finally clears his throat. He seems in good spirits.I take the chance. “Father… have you decided about Kian’s request?”Gregory’s hand stills over his wine glass. His head snaps toward me, his brows drawn. “What request?”I meet his gaze evenly. “He asked to join the military.”The word hangs heavy between us. Gregory’s face hardens, and even Father looks weary.“I have given it a thought,” Father says slowly, setting down his knife and fork. “But Kian is… unpredictable. His temper, his pride. I don’t feel the military is the right place for him.”“I agree,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “His ambitions are high, but it’s dangerous. The k

I return to the palace the day before Father’s birthday, carrying nothing but a steadier heart and the quiet music I’ve been drowning in for days. Lina greets me as though I’ve been gone for weeks, her face lighting up the moment she sees me.“My lady, finally,” she whispers, taking my cloak from my shoulders. “The palace felt empty without you.”She draws me straight to my chambers, fussing over me in her familiar way. The warm bath she prepares is scented with rose oil, the steam curling around me like a soft embrace. I sink into it, letting my body relax while my mind stays sharp.Lina hovers nearby, but I can tell she has something to say. Her hands twist in her apron before she finally speaks.“The Crown Prince… he asked about you. More than once.” Her voice dips, careful, like she’s not sure how I’ll take it. “He wanted to know where you’d gone.”I lift my head, droplets sliding down my face, and meet her eyes. “And what did you tell him?”“That you went for a fashion show,” she

The morning light slips across my chamber, soft and golden, when Lina comes in with the tea tray. She moves quietly at first, but the sparkle in her eyes tells me she’s bursting. She sets the tray down, pours a cup for me, and finally lets the words tumble out.“My Princess,” she whispers as if the walls might be listening, “the palace is still buzzing from last night. They say no one has ever seen the king so moved in public. Even the servants are humming the tunes you played. You’ve outshone everyone.”I take the cup from her hands and sip slowly. “Everyone?”She leans closer, lowering her voice though we are alone. “Well… not everyone was pleased. Lady Vivian left the hall with a face sourer than spoiled wine. They say she worked for days on her performance only to be overshadowed by you. And Prince Ron…” she pauses for effect, her grin wicked, “...he looked ready to drag you off the stage himself. The way he stared at you and His Highness… ah, my Princess, it was fire.”I set down

The air in Aerithia’s great hall always feels heavier on court days. Perhaps it’s the pillars, towering like silent judges, or the way voices echo against marble floors. This morning, I choose to be here, not because duty demands it, but because I want to. It has been months since I last attended, and today’s debate is too important to miss.Kian’s future hangs in the balance.For weeks, whispers have filled the palace corridors: Would the king finally grant him a post worthy of his restless energy, or keep him fenced in like a hawk never allowed to fly? This morning, the court will decide if Kian is to be named Aerithia’s Ambassador to Heti, a kingdom whose alliance we cannot afford to lose.I slip quietly into my seat beside my father, the king, while Gregory sits at his right. His expression is unreadable, but his fingers drum lightly on the armrest, this only tell that the moment matters to him too.The court rises as the debate begins.Lord Arenth clears his throat first. “Kian h

Sleep refuses to come that night. I lie in bed staring at the high ceiling, the faint sound of laughter still echoing from the lower hall. My lips still tingle where Ron kissed me, uninvited and unexpected. My skin crawls when I remember how tightly he held me.No one has ever kissed me and held me like that before… only Gregory. That thought alone makes my chest ache. If my soul weren’t already bound to his, maybe I would have liked Ron’s kiss — he’s handsome, gentle when he wants to be, and kind in his own way. But no. I can’t shake the anger simmering inside me. He had no right. How dare he?When morning comes, my reflection in the mirror looks pale and restless. I pack my things early and send a message to the royal household, saying I’ll be returning to Aerithia by noon. Ron doesn’t show up at breakfast. A servant says that he’s been asleep since dawn, probably from too much wine. I don’t bother to check on him.By midday, I’m on my way back home. The Edomie countryside rolls pas