All Chapters of ENTANGLED WITH THE CURSED ICE PRINCE : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Author's POVThe courtyard is deathly silent as the people cast their votes, and now the guards are walking around with baskets in their hands for the people to drop the parchment papers into them for counting.The Elders also cast their votes. The King and Queen do the same, and even without being told, one can tell the person that each of them voted for. The King, he votes for Rylan after a brief contemplation. If not for the fact that he has to vote, he would have stayed neutral instead. As for the Queen, she does not even think twice before ticking River's name. She hates the fact that she has been reduced to accepting the shitty competition.Of course, nobody knows, but she has been working underground. Despite the King's tight supervision of what is happening in the palace, she has found her way around it.Two nights ago, she sent a secret letter to the Elders who are her supporters, ordering them to meet her behind the temple at midnight. Curious about the reason why she asked

Author's POVThe slap rings before anyone sees her move.Nerrissa’s palm strikes the stone table so hard that the glass beside it topples and spills dark wine across the floor.“They dare?” she demands.The maid in front of her trembles. “Y-Your Majesty, it is already spreading through the courtyard. The pack members are saying that Lira Hale should not be allowed to compete.”Nerrissa stills. Then slowly, a thin smile curves her lips. But she does not let it show.“Repeat it,” she says.“They say her mother stole from the pack treasury months ago. That Beta Hale betrayed the kingdom. Some are saying a daughter raised by such a woman cannot be trusted to stand beside a future King… much less the current one.”Nerrissa leans back into her chair. “Good.”The maid blinks. “Your Majesty?”“You did exactly as I asked. Let it grow.” She folds her hands neatly on her lap. “Whispers are far more effective than loud speeches.”The maid hesitates. “The King has been informed, too.”At that, her

Author's POV“Out of the way. Move.”Rylan’s voice tears through the corridor as he runs beside the stretcher.Lira lies motionless, her skin pale beneath streaks of dried blood. Her hand hangs off the side until he grabs it, pressing it between both of his as if he can force warmth back into her by sheer will.“Careful with her head,” he barks at the physician. “If she feels even a scratch when she wakes, I will have your license!”“She is breathing, Your Highness,” the physician replies, strained but steady. “Let us work.”They burst through the infirmary doors.Behind them, the courtyard has not yet quieted.Nerrissa’s voice cuts across the lingering noise. “She fainted. That concludes it. The final phase must be declared a tie.”Charles does not raise his voice. He does not need to.“The rule is clear,” he says. “If the opponent does not rise within one minute, the standing fighter wins.”“She collapsed,” Nerrissa presses. “That should invalidate her victory.”“She collapsed after

Author's POV“Eva… step forward.”The courtyard does not yet settle from the previous revelations when Alpha King Charles calls another name.Lira feels Rylan’s fingers tighten around hers.Eva steps forward from the lower steps. Her face looks pale against the morning light, yet there is resolve in her posture. The murmurs quiet as she climbs to stand before the King.Charles regards her with grave gravity. “Speak without fear now. You are under my protection.”Eva nods, though her throat works before any sound comes. She draws in a long breath.“I lie,” she says.The words ring clear.Gasps roll across the courtyard.“I say Prince Rylan forces himself on me,” she continues. “He… does not. He never touches me. He is the one who saves me instead.”Lira’s heart pounds. She glances at Rylan. She sees his jaw go rigid beneath his mask, though he does not look away.Eva’s voice trembles, then steadies. “It is Prince River. He corners me in his quarters and rapes me. When Prince Rylan save

Author's POVThe palace courtyard does not know silence in three weeks.Tailors hurry across marble floors with fabric draped over their arms. Jewelers bow over velvet trays, arguing in hushed voices about the angle of a setting. Florists debate color palettes as though the fate of the kingdom rests on petals alone. Guards double patrols. Elders shuffle in and out of council chambers, murmuring about guest lists and protocol.Lira stands in the center of her chambers while three seamstresses circle her.“Lift your arms.”She does.“No, not like you are about to spar with someone,” one of them mutters. “Gracefully.”Lira lowers her shoulders with a reluctant smile. “Grace has never been my strongest trait.”“It will be in a couple of days!” the woman replies.Across the room, Beta Hale watches from a cushioned chair, amusement softening her features.“You terrify a room full of elders,” her mother says. “You can manage walking down an aisle.”“That is different,” Lira answers.“How?”“