Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen: Bab 71 - Bab 74

Kael Veyra woke like a blade being polished—hushed, bright, and a little too pleased with its own reflection. By noon, the Hall of Mirrors had filled with courtiers who smelled like money and nerves. The room itself was a geometry problem: a hundred panels of silvered glass angled to catch every breath, every blink, every lie. High above, a skylight dripped white light as if noon had been jarred and poured. Lumi tugged my sleeve. “Ground rules?” “Don’t touch anything that looks like it’s going to ask a personal question,” I said. She nodded solemnly. “So, the whole room.” Riley came to stand at my side—black jacket, bare throat, eyes that had learned to put out fires and start them. I didn’t reach for her hand. I didn’t have to. Choosing to stand here was already its own vow. Solven materialized from a mirror with all the humility of a sermon. Their mask today was half-moon, half-sun, stitched where the two refused to agree. “Majesty. Lady Riley.” A courteous incline. “Veyra th

Kael Dawn found me awake long before the sun decided it was worth showing up. Veyra still slept — or pretended to. The city liked to linger between reflections, half-dreaming, half-watching, because of course it did. Even its silence was self-aware. Across the courtyard, her balcony door was open. Her wolf form had curled there before dawn, silver-furred and breathing evenly — the picture of peace carved out of exhaustion and pure, stubborn defiance. She was gone now, but her scent lingered — wild honey and nightwind. My mark pulsed once in recognition, a low, steady rhythm beneath my ribs. I hadn’t meant to come to her last night. I’d stood on my own balcony, trying to convince myself that giving her space was the noble thing to do. But space, when it comes to Riley Hale, feels like exile. So I’d stayed where I could see her — nothing more, nothing less — and for the first time in months, I’d actually slept. Not because I wasn’t afraid. But because, for once, I believed she w