Caged by a King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The Queen Dowager's solar smelled of lavender and lies.Elowen noticed it the moment he crossed the threshold. The scent was too perfect, too deliberate, like a stage set for a performance he had not agreed to attend. Sunlight poured through tall windows, painting the room in shades of gold and cream, but the warmth did not reach the woman seated near the fireplace.She watched him enter with the patience of a cat observing a bird."Close the door," she said.Elowen hesitated. The guard outside shifted, uncertain whether to obey the queen or protect the king's... what was he, exactly? Pet? Prisoner? Or something else entirely.The Queen Dowager's smile did not reach her eyes. "He is perfectly safe with me. I am not so foolish as to harm what my son treasures."The word *treasures* landed with too much weight. Elowen stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.The room felt smaller immediately."Sit," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.Elowen remained standing. "

Elowen waited until the palace slept.Midnight had come and gone, the bells tolling their somber count into silence. Corvin had returned to his chambers hours ago, his face drawn tight with exhaustion and worry. He had asked Elowen to stay with him, not ordered, but the request carried the weight of desperation.Elowen had agreed. He had lain beside Corvin in the darkness, listening to the king's breathing slow and deepen into something that might have been sleep. Then he had waited another hour to be certain.Now he moved through shadow like the fox he was.The guards had learned his patterns. They expected him in Corvin's chambers at night, expected him to remain there until morning. They did not expect him to slip out through the servant's passage Corvin had shown him weeks ago, the one used for discreet exits when the king wished to move unseen.Elowen shifted as soon as he reached the lower levels. His bones compressed and reformed, fur rippling across skin, senses sharpening. Th

They moved Elowen before nightfall, not to the dungeons, as half the court had demanded, or to freedom, as the other half feared. Instead, guards escorted him back to the royal wing, to chambers adjacent to Corvin's own. A gilded cage with silk curtains and a door that locked from the outside.Elowen stood in the center of the room and listened to the bolt slide home. The sound was final, absolute. A key turning in a lock he could not pick, sealing him inside walls that might as well have been iron despite their velvet coverings.The chamber was smaller than Corvin's but no less luxurious. A four-poster bed dominated one wall, draped in deep blue fabric. A writing desk sat near the window, stocked with parchment and ink he had no use for. A fireplace waited, cold and empty. His few possessions had been transferred here: spare clothing, a book Corvin had given him weeks ago that he had never finished, and nothing else.The vial remained hidden in Corvin's chambers, behind the loose sto

Seven days had passed.Elowen knew because he had counted each one like a condemned man counting steps to the gallows. Seven days since Kael had handed him the vial. Seven days of lying beside Corvin at night, feeling the king's trust like a knife between his ribs. Seven days of pretending he had a future when the deadline had finally arrived.The message came at sunset, slipped under his door while the guards were changing shifts. A torn scrap of parchment with three words in familiar handwriting: Midnight. Same place.Elowen burned it in the fireplace and watched the ash float upward like prayers to gods who had stopped listening long ago.He had until midnight to decide. Six hours to choose between betraying his people or destroying the one person who had looked at him and seen something worth saving.The investigation into Lord Petran's murder had stalled. Theon had proven the evidence was planted, but not who had done the planting. Th

The palace woke to whispers.Servants found blood in the east corridor, a trail leading from the main entrance to the royal wing. Guards spoke in hushed tones about the fox they had carried home at dawn, barely conscious and soaked in his own blood. Nobles exchanged glances over breakfast, wondering what new scandal had occurred while they slept.No one knew the truth. Corvin had made certain of that.Elowen woke in Corvin's bed, afternoon light slanting through the windows. His body ached, every movement pulling at fresh stitches. Someone had changed his clothes while he slept, dressed him in clean linen that smelled of lavender and the soap Corvin preferred.He sat up slowly, biting back a groan. The room was empty, but signs of recent occupation remained. A plate of untouched food on the table. A chair pulled close to the bed, as if someone had kept vigil. Corvin's formal robes discarded over a chair, replaced