All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The palace is waking up again. Court sessions resume, the King presiding as always, his presence steady, though the grief still lingers in his eyes. The halls hum with life; servants moving quietly, courtiers exchanging polite words but it feels softer somehow, tempered by memory and loss.I retreat to the solarium, the one place that has become mine. Morning light spills across the tiles, painting the room with gold. I open one of Mother’s journals and pause at a page marked in her neat hand. It holds careful notes for the next charity gala—the one she never had the chance to host. Names of benefactors, themes for the evening, and causes she hoped to support are all laid out in her elegant script. My chest tightens as I trace the ink with my fingertip.This was more than an event to her; it was her way of binding Aerithia together, of giving hope to the forgotten. A small smile tugs at my lips. If I can bring this plan to life, if I can see it through for her, then a part of her rema

This evening, as we sit around the long table for dinner, I decide to say it. Ron has been calling more often since the Queen’s burial, slipping into my hours with his warmth and his eager words. Today he invited me to Edomie, his kingdom, for one of their grand celebrations. Truth is, I’m not overly interested but it has been too long since I stepped outside these palace walls, too long since I saw more than Aerithia’s streets and shadows. A distraction feels safe enough.“I’ll be going to Edomie,” I announce, breaking the rhythm of silver on porcelain. “Prince Ron has invited me to an event in his kingdom, and I think I’ll accept.”The King lifts his head at once. His face, usually carved with fatigue, softens into something almost like delight. “That is good news, Christie. A change of air will do you well. You have my blessing.”Anna claps her hands lightly, all bright and sugary excitement. “Oh, how wonderful! You’ll look divine, Christie. Everyone will talk about how radiant you

I return to the palace feeling lighter than I have in weeks. The attention I received in Edomie, especially from Ron and the queen herself, lingers like sunlight on my skin. I can’t help but hum quietly as I step into the dining hall, the familiar scent of the palace greeting me.“Father,” I say, bowing slightly before the king, “I brought a gift from Edomie. The king insisted I deliver it personally.” I hand over a small, elegantly wrapped box.The king takes it, examining the wrapping with interest. “Ah, from Edomie? Very thoughtful. Tell me, Christie, how did they treat you?”I smile, settling into my chair, feeling a surge of pride. “Your Majesty, they were… extraordinary. The queen and the court made me feel so welcome. It’s the first time I’ve truly felt like a princess in another kingdom. Prince Ron… well, he didn’t take his eyes off me for a moment. He made sure every step I took was comfortable, that I was respected, and…” I pause, catching Gregory’s quiet, unreadable gaze ac

The moment I see Anna slip down that hallway, I know what I must do. I pull a guard aside and whisper fast, “Go. Find the Crown Prince. Tell him to check Kian’s chamber right away. Hurry.”The guard looks at me for a second, then nods and rushes off.I turn to Lina. “Gregory won’t ask questions. He’ll go straight there. And when he does… the truth will show itself.”Lina frowns. “But, my Princess, what if we’re wrong?”I shake my head. “We’re not. And even if we are, better he sees with his own eyes.”Not long after, Gregory appears. His steps are sharp, his cloak brushing the floor as he walks. His face is hard, unreadable. My heart pounds. I know I’ve set something in motion that can’t be stopped.“Stay close,” I whisper, pulling Lina with me behind a stone pillar. From here, we can see everything without being seen.Gregory doesn’t slow down. He heads straight for Kian’s door like a man who already knows what waits for him.“My Princess…” Lina whispers, clutching her hands together

The king’s summon comes before the sun is fully awake. My heart beats heavy as I walk the long hall to his chamber. I know what it must be about.When I step inside, Gregory is already there, sitting stiffly on one of the carved chairs. He doesn’t look at me at first, but when I sit across from him, our eyes meet.And suddenly, silence speaks louder than words.His gaze holds me. I can read it like I’ve always done: I can’t speak here, the king will hear us. Thank you for what you did. I’m free now. Free to choose you. Free to be myself.My chest warms, but at the same time I shiver. There’s fire behind his calm eyes too—fire for revenge.Before I can dwell longer, the door opens and Father steps out. The weight of the crown hangs on his tired shoulders, and his face is grave. I bow deeply.“Good morning, Father.”He sits in his lounge chair, his silence heavier than the stone walls around us. He has heard. He knows.Gregory doesn’t wait to be asked. His voice is strong, steady, carry