Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The palace of Eldoria sparkled that evening. Golden light streamed through the tall glass windows, bathing the marble floors in a warm glow. Music drifted through the corridors, soft but lively, as the family gathered for dinner. The long dining table, once a place of quiet formality and hushed tones, now overflowed with people, laughter, and warmth. Dishes lined the polished wood: golden roasted meats glistening with herbs, trays of vibrant fruits stacked like little jewels, steaming loaves of bread that filled the air with their aroma. Bowls of thick stews, crystal pitchers of spiced wine, and sweet pastries sat waiting to be devoured. Above them, the chandeliers glimmered like captured stars, scattering light across smiling faces. It was the first time in months that the table felt full. Not just with food, but with life. Cane, seated a few places from Carl, looked around in awe, his eyes wide as though trying to memorize every detail. He had never seen the palac

The great hall fell into a hush the moment Isha’s kneeling figure rose from the carpet and stepped toward the throne. Torchlight danced across her face, catching the lines of a woman who’d spent years burying fury and shame beneath brittle composure. Servants and nobles lined the walls, breath held. Above them all King Edward sat, crown low on his brow, an image of patient authority as the entire kingdom seemed to wait on his next word. Isha dropped to her knees again before him, hands clasped as if in prayer. Her voice trembled but carried across the marble gallery. “Your Majesty,” she began, “forgive me. I never meant to steal your sons. I did what I believed would keep me alive. I was forced—forced to marry Lane. He beat me. He told me that if I did not give him a son, I would be killed in childbirth. I was terrified. When my baby was stillborn, I panicked. I begged the doctors for help. I—” Her words broke into a sob. “I thought if I could only keep two children aliv

The banquet hall was still buzzing with murmurs after King Edward had uttered Dacy’s name. The musicians no longer played, their instruments resting silently in their hands. Goblets remained untouched, and the once-celebratory air felt heavy, tense, uncertain. The King, standing tall at the head of the hall, lifted his hand to quiet the whispers. His voice, deep yet steady, carried through the silence. “As everyone knows,” he began slowly, “my brother is no more. He left behind one child—his daughter, Dacy. For her crimes, she now languishes in the palace cells. Truly, what she did was wrong, and justice demanded consequences. Yet tonight, as I look at my family restored, as I hear the laughter of my people in these halls, my heart cannot bear to let hatred be the last word.” The hall froze. “I wish,” Edward continued, his gaze firm, “to give her a second chance to amend her ways.” Gasps rippled across the hall. Some nobles frowned in outrage, others whisp

The banquet continued long into the night, the palace alive with laughter, music, and voices mingling beneath the chandeliers. Yet for some, the night carried a weight that wine and merriment could not wash away. --- Cane and Andrew When Cane stirred awake in his chamber, his lashes still heavy with tears, Andrew sat beside him on the edge of the bed. His twin brother’s brows were knitted tight, his hand resting on Cane’s shoulder. “Brother,” Andrew said softly, “what happened to you? You collapsed in my arms. You frightened me. Tell me what’s wrong.” Cane opened his mouth, the words rising like smoke on his tongue—but then fading. He looked at Andrew’s worried face, the sincerity in his eyes, and he longed to share what he had overheard in the washroom. The truth pressed against his chest like a weight of stone. But fear locked his lips. “I… I’m fine,” Cane finally said, forcing a small smile. “Perhaps the banquet drained me. I feel… exhausted.

The morning sun rose over Eldoria, flooding the palace with golden light. But instead of a calm day after the grand banquet, the walls already buzzed with whispers. It had started with one maid, who claimed she saw Vicky slipping out of the washroom, her cheeks red and her smile too suspicious. By the time she shared it with her fellow maid while sweeping the corridor, the story had already doubled in spice. “Did you hear? The noble lady Vicky kissed Prince Cane last night in the washroom!” “What?!” another maid squealed, dropping a tray of silver cups. “You mean she stole a kiss?” “Yes! They say the prince froze like a statue, as if his soul left his body!” Within an hour, half the palace staff knew. By noon, even the guards at the gate were laughing behind their helmets. And by evening, the rumor had stretched so far it sounded like Vicky and Cane had already declared undying love under the stars. --- Cane’s Embarrassment Prince Cane coul