All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It has been almost a year since that first storm between Gregory and me, the one that changed everything. The palace is quieter now, at least on the surface. Gregory still keeps Princess Anna close—too close for my liking. He delays the wedding plans with the kind of gentle excuses that could convince anyone else, but not me. Still, he courts her in public, escorts her to banquets, and lets the kingdom see them as the perfect couple.Anna returns to her own kingdom often, but she always comes back. Whenever she walks into the palace, heads turn. She is beautiful, poised, and well-trained in the art of keeping her real thoughts hidden. I suppose that is what makes her dangerous.As for me, I bury myself in my work. Being a councilwoman is no easy thing. I sit in long meetings, reading through endless scrolls, learning the language of palace politics. It is not just about the rules written in law; it is about who owes who, who fears who, and who hides the sharpest knife behind the sweet

I’m not the only one who thinks Lord Renald and Kian are weaving something in the shadows. Lina confirmed it to me herself, she’s seen them more than once, whispering together in the quiet corners of the palace where no one should linger.That knowledge unsettles me. I cannot help but wonder what they are plotting. My heart tells me it circles around Gregory, though I cannot yet say how. Is it simply their pride wounded by his command at council? Or is it something darker, something sharper?The thought comes to me, unwanted but stubborn: Are they planning to kill him?It makes my skin prickle, but I do not let the fear take root. Gregory is not so easily displaced. He is the crown prince, and no whispering noble or restless knight can strip that away with idle scheming. They would need something far greater or something desperate.Still, their closeness gnaws at me. Men like Renald do not linger in shadows unless they mean to strike. And Kian… Kian is reckless enough to follow where

This morning, after breakfast, I go straight to the palace hospital. Mother is still asleep, and the doctors and nurses move quietly around her bed. I see Gregory already there, standing by her side. His face is calm, but I know him well enough to see the worry hiding in his eyes.When he notices me, he steps closer and kisses the top of my head gently. “You’re here early, my princess,” he says softly.“Yes,” I whisper, looking at Mother, then back at him. “Gregory… can I speak with you for a moment?”He nods and leads me out into the hallway. The silence there feels heavier, almost pressing down on me. I twist my fingers together, unsure how to begin.“Last night, I had a dream,” I finally say, my voice trembling. “I saw Mother. She was pale… and she was slipping away from me. I tried to hold her, to stop her, but no matter how tightly I held on, she disappeared. And then I was standing alone.”Gregory’s eyes soften as he reaches for my hands, gently untangling my restless fingers. “

The next day at the palace, the air is heavy with mourning. No one speaks much. Father, Gregory, and I sit quietly in the King’s living room, each lost in our thoughts, each carrying the weight of Mother’s sudden death.A knock comes at the door. The head foreign doctor walks in with two others. He bows nervously.“Your Majesty. Your Highnesses.”We all look up at him. His hands shake slightly as he holds a folded paper. Father straightens.“You may speak,” he says, his voice low but steady.The doctor clears his throat. “First, allow me to once again express our deepest condolences for the passing of the Queen. We… we have just received the result of the forensic test on her blood.”Father’s eyes narrow. Gregory and I exchange quick, anxious glances.“Well?” Father presses. “What did it find? What exactly killed my Queen?”The doctor hesitates. His eyes drop for a moment, then he forces himself to speak.“Something unusual was detected in her blood. Not a natural illness. A substance

I can’t sleep tonight. My mind keeps going back to that strange note that slipped from my robe as I left the court hall.Who put it there? Was it one of the councilmen? Or someone from outside the court? Did they mean it as a warning or was it pity?I toss and turn, the questions chasing me like shadows. Finally, I sit up, pull the note from my bedside table, and stare at the handwriting. The letters look sharp but deliberate, like someone wanted to hide their true self but still be heard.I whisper to myself, “Who are you? And why me?”No answers come. Just the silence of my room pressing in on me. With a tired sigh, I fold the note again, set it down, and lie back in bed. Sleep doesn’t come easy.By morning, Lina arrives with my breakfast, her warm smile trying to cut through the heaviness in the air. I can’t hold it in any longer.“Lina,” I say softly, “someone slipped me a note yesterday. It fell from my robe when I left the court hall.”She narrows her eyes. “A note? What did it