บททั้งหมดของ Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 36

Chapter 33 — The Quiet Manor (Serenya’s POV)The morning light crept lazily through the narrow window of the small manor, painting long, thin stripes across the wooden floor. Serenya blinked against the soft brightness, the ropes around her wrists now gone but the faint marks on her skin a constant reminder of the night before. The quiet was almost foreign — no music, no clatter of servants, no the distant echo of the palace. Just the low crackle of the fire and the rhythmic sound of Caspian moving across the room.Her heart jumped slightly as she watched him, not from fear, but from curiosity. He was bending over the hearth, sharpening a dagger with a focus that made her stomach twist. She couldn’t help but notice the careful precision in his movements, the way his dark hair fell over his eyes, and the faint scars along his knuckles. Even in this small, secluded space, he carried himself like a predator who knew exactly what he wanted — and she had to admit, that part of him fascinat

Chapter 35 — Firelight and Strategy (Serenya’s POV)The day stretched long in the quiet manor, the air heavy with the scent of herbs drying near the window. I sat by the hearth, pulling my knees to my chest, watching as Caspian leaned over the wooden table with a map unrolled before him. His brow furrowed in thought, the firelight sharpening the edges of his features.I had grown used to studying him in silence — the way he always seemed half in the present and half in some memory, the weight of secrets resting heavy on his shoulders. But today, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.“We can’t hide here forever,” I said softly, my voice breaking the hush of the room.His dark eyes lifted, locking with mine, and I felt that familiar ripple of tension. He didn’t answer immediately; he never did. Caspian’s silences were deliberate, thoughtful, a habit of someone who had learned long ago that words could be weapons.“No,” he agreed finally, his voice low. “We cannot. Kael won’t rest. And

Chapter 37 – The Journal of Elaria I barely slept. When I finally closed my eyes after Caspian’s abrupt departure, my mind kept replaying the tension of the night—the whispered urgency of his soldier, the shadow in Caspian’s expression before he left. It was as though something heavy pressed on his shoulders, something he refused to name. And then there was me, lying in his bed with his scent still lingering in the sheets, wondering whether I was a fool for trusting him or a fool for not trusting him enough. The darkness behind my eyelids brought no peace. Only the echo of questions. The Queen. The portrait. The way Caspian’s voice had faltered when I pressed him too close to the truth. By dawn, I gave up on sleep entirely. The manor corridors were hushed when I slipped out. Caspian’s men didn’t stop me; perhaps they thought I was harmless, or perhaps he had left some quiet order not to restrain me. Either way, I was grateful. I needed space from him, space to breathe, to t