Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 201 - 챕터 210

CHAPTER 44…VALENTINAThe Concord did not send envoys. They sent instruments.The message arrived without footsteps, without herald, without warning bells. One moment the chamber was quiet except for the slow rhythm of Luciano’s breathing against my collarbone, and the next the air thickened, as if the palace itself had been asked a question it did not wish to answer.Silver script unfolded in the space before me, imposed. Each word appeared with deliberate restraint, elegant and cold, as though whoever authored it believed politeness could soften inevitability.To Her Majesty Valentina of the Unified Crown,Bearer of the Anchor,Custodian of the Threshold Child.My jaw tightened. They never named Luciano. They reduced him to a function.I did not reach for the message. I let it hover, unread past the opening lines, because I already felt what lay beneath it.The pressure returned at the edges of my awareness, cautious n

CHAPTER 46…VALENTINAThe palace was quieter than I had ever known it, and yet it thrummed with awareness, as if the stones themselves had been holding their breath for the moment we would move.I could feel it beneath my feet, in the subtle tremor of the foundations that had witnessed centuries of rulers, rebellions, and whispered intrigues. Each echoing hall, each polished corridor, leaned toward us with cautious recognition.Luciano’s warmth pressed into my chest, grounding me, reminding me that this departure was not an abandonment of family but a declaration of it.I adjusted the straps of the small pack we would carry, ensuring that the most crucial items— artifacts tied to palace wards, documents bearing the weight of law, and protective charms I had layered over our child, were easily accessible.Luciano rested in my arms, a little heavier than his small age suggested, but still pliable against me, as if he understood in his own way that this journey was about necessity, and n

CHAPTER 48…VALENTINAThe morning air was crisp, but it carried more than the scent of pine and earth. It carried intention. I could feel it in the subtle way the leaves trembled without wind, how the light fractured through the canopy above in jagged, uneven beams.Something had shifted. Not us— yet. but the world we moved through was listening.Luciano slept lightly against my chest. His silver pulsed faintly beneath the skin of his cheek, like a heartbeat mirrored in light. At first, I thought it was only the palace responding, but no. This was beyond the walls, beyond wards, beyond anything I had known. He had left the palace and carried a tether of influence into the wild.“They feel him,” Andres said quietly from beside me. His hand brushed briefly against my arm as an acknowledgment.“Do you feel it?”I nodded, though my heart skipped at the subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that seemed to rise from t

CHAPTER 50…VALENTINAThe Concord believed they were still in control.I felt that certainty the moment I stepped fully into the Origin Seat’s inner circle, with Luciano warm and steady in my arms and Andres positioned just behind my right shoulder.The air here did not bow to crowns or councils. It responded only to balance, and balance had no patience for arrogance.The thirteen Concord delegates stood arranged along the carved perimeter, their robes marked with sigils of authority older than most living dynasties. They watched me the way men watch a tide they believe they have already measured.That belief was their first mistake…“Your presence here is acknowledged,” the central delegate said, his voice smooth, carefully moderated. “But understand this, Your Majesty— this assembly convenes by Concord law, not royal decree.”I did not bristle or answer immediately. I adjusted Luciano slightl

CHAPTER 52…VALENTINAThe chamber did not calm all at once.It never did.Stability, I had learned, did not arrive like silence after a storm. It arrived like breath returning to lungs that had forgotten how to draw air— uneven at first, fragile, earned one moment at a time.Luciano was still crying when the tremors finally eased.Not the sharp cry of pain, but something closer to frustration. Discomfort. A protest against being pulled in too many directions at once.I held him tightly against my chest, rocking him without thinking, my palm pressed flat between his shoulders. His silver flickered in broken pulses now, no longer wild, but not yet settled. It felt like a question still being asked.I lifted my head slowly and looked around the Origin Seat.The Concord stood fractured…Not physically— though the glowing fault line in the stone was impossible to ignore— but ideologically. Their perfect cir