LORA'S POV The week was nearing its end, yet the elders stayed quiet. No summons arrived, no accusations surfaced, no intimidations reached my ears. On the outside, it appeared as though they had acknowledged Jasper's announcement that I would become queen. But inwardly, I understood the truth. Their silence wasn't approval, it was calculation. They were waiting, scheming, and buying time. Jasper was improving, though he still hadn't regained consciousness. His injuries had closed, yet his body remained imprisoned in sleep. We were doing all we could to conceal the truth from those who desired the throne's downfall, but we couldn't preserve the illusion forever. Eventually, someone would know. The thought burdened me heavily while I sat beside his bedside, observing the steady movement of his chest rising and falling. A sound at the entrance snapped me out of my thoughts. Beta Ronan walked in, carrying his usual calm demeanor. "Good morning, my lady," he greeted, briefly glancin
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