All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

It’s been three full days since the coronation, and Gregory and I still haven’t left Matica. Not that Cassain or Celeste seem to mind. If anything, they light up each morning we walk into the royal courtyard, as though our presence completes something that had been missing.Every evening after court affairs, we all share meals together, talking until the candles burn low. We laugh real laughter, the kind that shakes off years of duty and pretense. Sometimes, Gregory leans close just to whisper something in my ear or kiss me and I forget that there was ever a time I couldn’t be close to him in public.His hand lingers on mine across the table, warm and possessive. I don’t pull away. I don’t have to anymore.Cassain surprises us on the third morning with an impromptu trip to Wild Villa, their private retreat just outside the capital. When we arrive, I nearly forget to breathe.The villa sits nestled in a valley of green and golden sunlight glinting off the stream that runs through the p

It’s been two months since we returned from Matica, but everything at home feels different now. We don’t just talk about Matica in passing anymore; Cassain, Celeste, and Ray have become part of our everyday lives, as though they’ve always been family. Even Father can’t stop talking about them. He says he can’t wait to meet Ray in person, the young prince of two kingdoms.Sometimes, I catch myself smiling at the thought too, the way our worlds have woven together, like threads of the same royal tapestry finally reunited.Celeste and I talk all the time over the phone. Sometimes for minutes, other times for hours, just two sisters making up for all the lost years. Through those calls, we peel back the layers of our lives, sharing everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve become.This afternoon, Gregory finds me on the balcony, phone still in hand, dabbing my eyes with a handkerchief.He frowns immediately. “Christie, what’s wrong?”I let out a shaky laugh. “You won’t believe what

It’s one of those long, busy days at the royal court, the kind that begins with files stacked high on the polished oak table and ends with tired laughter echoing through the great hall. The ministers are in high spirits today. Every report reviewed has ended with progress, and Father looks pleased for the first time in weeks.I sit beside Gregory, as always, noting how effortlessly he commands the room, with confident, articulate and decisiveness. Watching him like this always makes something swell quietly in my chest.Then, just as the council is about to adjourn, Lord Kelvin clears his throat. The sound slices through the murmurs in the room. His lips curve into a mischievous grin as his gaze lands squarely on Gregory.“Your Highness, my crown prince,” he begins, voice dripping with polite humor, “when are we finally going to hear the wedding bells in this great palace? I daresay it’s long overdue!”The laughter and chatter freeze in an instant.I blink, caught off guard, my heart s

The reception hall glows with soft amber light, laughter, and the hum of music. The air smells of roses and spice, of joy and celebration. Gone are the crowns, the robes, and the ceremony, what remains is family, love, and the kind of peace that only comes after long years of waiting.I’ve changed into my evening dress; a shimmering gown of champagne silk that glows beneath the chandeliers. The fabric catches the light like water, and every movement feels like a dance. Celeste stays close to me, radiant in a flowing coral gown, while little Ray refuses to leave Father’s side, proudly holding his grandfather’s hand like a young prince guarding a treasure.The tables overflow with food and wine; exotic fruits, roasted meats, gold-edged pastries from Matica, and Aerithian wines aged for decades. The band plays soft, sweet melodies that make the hall come alive. Everywhere I turn, nobles and royals offer congratulations and blessings. They present gifts; sculptures carved from crystal, ch

The morning drifts in gentle, soft, golden rays sneaking through the heavy curtains and scattering across the room like lazy threads of light. My eyes flutter open to find Gregory already awake, his gaze fixed on me. For a long silent moment, we just stare at each other, wordless but speaking volumes in the language of smiles and quiet heartbeats.“Good morning, Mrs. Halrion,” he says at last, his voice deep and rough from sleep. “How was your night?”I can’t help but smile at the sound of it, Mrs. Halrion. It rolls off his tongue with so much warmth it almost feels unreal. The memory of the night before lingers like a dream I don’t want to wake from; the stars, the stream and the love that bound us until sleep stole us both.“Perfect,” I murmur, tracing my fingers along his jaw. “Absolutely perfect.”He catches my hand and kisses it, his eyes still fixed on mine. “You’re glowing,” he whispers, half teasing, half in awe.“Maybe it’s the sunlight,” I reply.“Or maybe,” he says, brushi