All Chapters of The Sovereign’s Antidote : Chapter 51

The grandeur of the Mordrake name had always been synonymous with silver service, vaulted ceilings, and the oppressive weight of history. For years, czar had believed that intimacy required a stage,a formal dining room, a vintage bottle of wine, and the rigid performance of a Sovereign. But as the sun dipped below the jagged horizon of the cliffside, he realized that Seraphina’s Light didn't need a stage. It needed a soul.The plan for a formal dinner in the dining room had been dismantled an hour prior. Czar had looked at the pristine white linen and the heavy crystal and felt a sudden, sharp rejection of the formality. He didn't want to sit across a table from her; he wanted to be beside her. He didn't want the crown; he wanted the quiet.He moved the evening to the garden.By the time the stars began to pierce through the indigo velvet of the sky, the sanctuary behind the house had been transformed. There were no candles in silver sticks, only the soft, ambient glow of lanterns tuc