All Chapters of REVENGE AFTER REBIRTH-THE LORD'S FORSAKEN BRIBE: Chapter 181 - Chapter 186

The council chamber had never been this full.News traveled fast in the palace faster than whispers, faster than fear. And today, it traveled on bright wings:The Queen and the Commander would present their son.Advisors gathered in their formal robes. Nobles sat straighter than usual, their expressions tight with curiosity, awe, and a quiet, reluctant respect. Even the ministers who once questioned Serina’s return now looked uneasy, adjusting their collars as the guards announced her arrival.The doors opened.Serina stepped in first regal, calm, luminous in a soft cream gown embroidered with gold threading. Her crown wasn’t heavy today; it gleamed gently, like morning light.Cassian followed beside her, carrying their child securely in his arms.The room exhaled.There had been rumors, of course Serina’s newfound warmth, Cassian’s smile returning, the quiet joy echoing through the private wing of the palace. But seeing the three of them together felt different.Real.Solid.Historic

The nursery was warm when Serina entered.The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting pale gold across the floor. A faint lullaby played from the enchanted music shell on the table. Everything looked peaceful, untouched.She moved quietly toward the crib.Aren was awake, sitting up in his blankets, little hands patting the mattress as if waiting for her. He smiled when he saw her pure, innocent smile.Serina smiled back…but it didn’t reach her eyes.Her gaze had already shifted…To the small wooden toy resting beside him.Carved. Dark.Too dark.Serina stopped breathing.The serpent symbol.The sigil of the underground cult.The mark of their assassins.A message.Left inside her son’s cradle.Her fingers trembled barely as she reached for it. The wood was cold. Carved deep with sharp edges, painted with soot that smeared her fingers.Someone had been in this room.Next to her sleeping child.Close enough to touch him.Her stomach twisted.Aren babbled happily

Aren cried for the first time that evening.Not the usual fussing.Not the soft, sleepy whimpers he made when he missed Serina’s touch or Cassian’s warmth.This was a sharp, piercing cry, the kind that clawed at the heart.Serina reached the nursery first, her breath catching at the sound. Lady Thera stood beside the cradle, panic etched across her face.“Your Majesty, something is wrong.”Serina was already lifting her son into her arms. Aren’s small body was too warm. Burning. His little chest rising too fast, too shallow. His lips are slightly pale.Her heart plummeted.“Aren… my love… what happened?” she whispered, pressing her cheek to his forehead.Cassian burst into the room seconds later, sword at his side, face shifting instantly from fury to terror at the sight of his son’s limp head resting against Serina.“What’s wrong with him?” he demanded, voice cracking, hands already reaching.Serina held Aren tighter, panic trembling beneath her calm.“He has a fever… a strong one.”