All Chapters of The King's Forbidden Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Elara's POV "Elara, what can I get for you tonight?" The club’s manager asked after I took my seat in his office. "Book the club for the night," I said to him. "An empty hall, just me and the drinks. I want it empty." His eyes grew wide. "The whole club? I think you're asking too much." I lifted a fat stack of cash from my purse. "That should take care of it. Make it happen." Taking another look at me, he quickly nodded. "Ten minutes. I'm on it." Soon enough, the main area was empty. No people, no noise apart from the one music I picked. I ordered whiskey after whiskey, sitting by the bar. One, then two, then more glasses. I loved the fiery feeling going down my throat. I continued drinking until I felt tipsy and my face was lit up with a crazy smile. Why not look around?, I thought. Check out what more was here - or who was here. Staggering out of my section was the sound of the heels I wore trampling beneath me. The club has private rooms; hence, I opened the first door.

Elara’s POV The familiar scent of the palace hit me as soon as I crossed the threshold, an odd mixture of cold stone, faded perfume, and the polished edge of judgment. As I entered through the grand doors, a wave of pressure enveloped me. It was present in the polished marble beneath my feet, the soaring ceilings above, and in the rigid expressions of the guards who greeted me with salutes that made me feel more like an intruder than a member of the Windsor family. A maid bowed her head. “Princess Elara? Her Majesty wishes to see you in the main hall.” Her Majesty. Celene. Naturally. I drew in a breath, forcing a response through clenched teeth. “Lead the way.” The vast corridor seemed to consume me, its walls lined with the stern faces of my ancestors, all of whom appeared to disapprove of my very existence. My father’s portrait was conspicuously absent. Celene had removed it years earlier. As the maid pushed open the ornate golden doors to the main hall, I was