บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I’m in the middle of my human rights class when Anna bursts in; breathless, wide-eyed, and clearly alarmed.“My Princess, something’s happening at the training ground. You need to come right away,” she pants, not even sparing a glance at my stunned professor.My heart skips. “What… what is it?”She’s already backing out, motioning urgently. “It’s a fight between Prince Gregory and Kian.”“What?!”I spring to my feet so fast my chair topples over. My professor freezes mid-sentence, unsure whether to stop me or follow. I don’t wait. I rush after Anna, and a second later, I hear my professor’s footsteps following as well.We race through the palace corridors and burst out onto the triangle training ground where Gregory often spars with his sword master. The scene stops me in my tracks.Gregory is already in his kudock, his sparring robe, sword gripped tightly in his hand. Across from him stands Kian, dressed in a sleek black uniform that makes him look like some trained ninja straight ou

That night, I don’t even wait for Gregory to come to me.When the palace quiets and the last torchlight fades in the corridor, I slip out of my chambers and take the hidden stairway down to the old stone passage.He’s already there, waiting in the hidden chamber. The way his eyes soften when he sees me makes my chest ache. We don’t speak, there’s no need. The moment the door shuts behind me, his arms are around me, pulling me close.We’ve been doing this for months now; stealing hours from the night, losing ourselves in each other. At first, I told myself it was comfort, warmth, the closeness we’ve always shared. But it’s more than that. It’s need. It’s fire. And it’s dangerous.When his lips find mine, everything else fades; the warnings, Father’s anger, the risk of being caught. The world outside these walls doesn’t exist. Only us. Only now.Later, when I’m lying my head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under my cheek, the fear creeps back in. We are breaking every rule o

The words hang in the air like smoke; thick, choking and impossible to ignore. Gregory only has eyes and time for Christie.How dare she say that?After my warning to her?For a long, heavy moment, no one speaks. My chest feels tight, my fork heavy in my hand. I keep my eyes on my plate because I don’t dare look at the King’s face.Mother is the first to break the silence. “My dear,” she says, her voice smooth but edged with something sharper underneath, “I’m terribly sorry if my son hasn’t been treating you like the gentleman he ought to be.”Her gaze flicks to Gregory, then to me, lingering just long enough to make my skin prickle. “We…the King and I…will definitely speak to him about this.”She reaches across the table and takes Anna’s hand. “I don’t want you going back home yet, not like this.” Her smile returns, practiced and warm. “We are working on so much together; the fashion school, your wedding, your future here as Queen of Aerithia.”Anna smiles back, soft and innocent. I

But as always, the King takes charge; his voice steady, his presence towering over every other word in the room.“You becoming our child was a twist of fate,” he says, not harshly, but with that unshakable firmness only he can muster. “Something we didn’t plan for… and can’t fully explain. We don’t know who your real parents are, and frankly, we never cared. You are ours. And we have never treated you as anything less since the day you arrived. I don’t believe we owed you any explanation as to why you don’t share our blood. Blood doesn’t define family or parentage.”His words are meant to settle me, but they only sharpen my resolve.“True,” I retort, my voice slicing through the heavy air, “it doesn’t in most cases. But when it comes to royal lineage, relation by blood isn’t just a detail, it’s everything. There would be an outcry if your people suddenly discovered that their dearly beloved Princess Christie isn’t truly a Halrion.”The Queen still hasn’t spoken, her eyes stay locked o

The queen and I are talking softly when the door opens. Gregory walks in with Anna beside him.The mood in the room changes again, but it’s lighter than before.I shift closer to my mother, her warm hand still in mine. Anna smiles and takes the empty space on the other side of the bed, while Gregory remains standing near the foot of the bed.I don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at me.After last night—after my confession—I have no idea what he’s thinking. But honestly, that’s the least of my worries now. I don’t care if he and Anna choose to marry at this very moment. All I want is for my mother to recover.Anna leans toward the queen, speaking in her usual sweet, careful voice. “Your Majesty, how are you feeling today? You look better.”The queen smiles faintly. “I am stronger now. Seeing you all here makes me even stronger.”I keep quiet, watching their faces while Gregory stands silently, his hands clasped behind him.After a moment, Gregory moves closer. He takes my mother’s h