Semua Bab The king of Ashes : Bab 111 - Bab 113

(Alessandro’s POV) I held her. In the silent, armored cocoon of the car, I held the trembling body of my queen, and a rage colder and more absolute than anything I had ever known settled into my soul. It was the rage of a king whose most sacred treasure had been threatened. It was the rage of a man whose entire world had just been held hostage. Lorenzo Falcone had not just insulted her. He had not just tried to intimidate her. He had looked into the beautiful, brave face of the woman I loved, and he had threatened her family. He had threatened her mother, an innocent woman a thousand miles away, to get to me. He had crossed a line that, in our world, was a declaration of total war. A war with no rules. A war with no mercy. I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were wide with the aftershocks of the encounter, her skin was pale, but she was not broken. Her chin was held high, a small, defiant gesture that made my heart ache with a fierce, painful pride. He had

(Alessandro’s POV) The first morning of our new world was quiet. I woke with the sun, a habit I could not break, but for the first time in as long as I could remember, I did not wake with a jolt of anxiety. There was no war to plan, no immediate threat to face. There was only the soft, warm weight of Isabella sleeping peacefully in my arms, her head resting on my chest, her breathing a gentle, steady rhythm that was the most beautiful sound in the world. I lay there for a long time, not moving, just watching the morning light fill our bedroom. I watched the way it turned her dark hair into a halo of soft brown and gold. I watched the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders with each breath. She was safe. She was here. She was mine. And the profound, overwhelming peace of that simple truth was a feeling I had never known before. My whole life had been a war. A war to survive, a war for vengeance, a war to protect my crown. But holding her in the quiet of the morning, I finally