All Chapters of AN OATH STRONGER THAN DESIRE (To love beneath the crown): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The palace corridors seemed unusually quiet that morning, as if the stones themselves were holding their breath. Kaelin moved swiftly, her cloak brushing softly against her legs, her boots silent on the polished marble. Every movement was deliberate, every glance calculated, for she had learned long ago that in this palace, even the smallest misstep could be exploited by those who walked in the shadows.Her mind was already occupied with the council meeting scheduled for the day. Reports of unrest at the northern borders, rumors of political dissent, and subtle whispers from the nobles had found their way to her. Kaelin knew better than to dismiss them; she had survived far too long in exile by reading the currents of ambition and deceit with razor-sharp precision.But as she approached the council chamber, a new energy pulled at her awareness. A presence that had not been there yesterday, or the day before—a sense of careful observation, of eyes that measured her and cataloged every

The morning sun had barely pierced the high windows of the palace when Kaelin arrived in the council chambers. She was alert, disciplined, aware that every glance, every word could shift the balance of influence in this kingdom. Her thoughts were still shadowed by the previous night—the subtle manipulations of the princess had unsettled the court, and even Riven’s subtle shifts in demeanor lingered in her mind like an echo she could not shake.She approached the table with the ease of someone who had mastered appearances. Every movement was controlled, every expression measured. The court murmured its morning greetings, and Kaelin responded with polite nods, her attention scanning the room, noting each subtle shift in posture, each whispered aside.But she could not ignore the presence across the table. The princess arrived shortly after, her entrance quiet yet deliberate. Her smile was calm, her posture regal, her eyes locking on Kaelin’s in a way that seemed polite but carried under

The council chambers smelled of burning candles and polished wood, a faint tang of ink lingering from hastily prepared documents. Kaelin moved among the gathered nobles with measured poise, aware of every glance and whispered word. Her recent initiatives had earned attention, and she could feel the unspoken currents of envy and suspicion swirling around her.Princess Seraphine was already there, seated with an air of effortless elegance, her amber eyes tracking Kaelin like a predator watching prey. She leaned slightly toward one of the older council members, murmuring words that only a sharp ear would catch, words carefully constructed to cast subtle doubt on Kaelin’s influence.“Kaelin’s ideas are… intriguing,” Princess Seraphine said sweetly, her tone lilting with feigned admiration. “Though perhaps a bit… bold for someone who has just returned to court. It takes years to truly understand our customs, don’t you think?”Kaelin’s pulse quickened, though her face remained composed. Eve

The evening hall was lit with a thousand flickering candles, their golden light bouncing off the polished marble floors and gilded tapestries. The court had gathered for the seasonal feast, and the palace was alive with laughter, whispered rumors, and the delicate clink of goblets.Kaelin entered with a measured grace, her gaze scanning the room with the instincts of a predator assessing her terrain. She had spent weeks rebuilding her presence in the palace, gaining favor, learning the court’s unspoken rules, and subtly planting her influence. Tonight, however, she felt the first prickling of unease. She was being watched; not in the casual, ceremonial sense, but with purpose, calculation, and malice.From her vantage above the hall, Princess Seraphine leaned casually against the balcony railing, her amber eyes narrowing as she observed Kaelin. Every polite nod Kaelin received, every glance of admiration from the court, sent a sharp thrill of envy through her. Tonight, she had crafted

The halls of the palace in Zytherra carried the soft echoes of whispered conversations, laughter, and the shuffle of servants’ footsteps. To an outsider, it was a place of order and elegance, a kingdom where the grandeur of chandeliers and polished floors masked the currents of ambition and secrecy flowing just beneath the surface. Kaelin walked these halls like a shadow in plain sight, her posture regal, her expression calm, yet her mind was a storm of calculations.Since her return, the subtle manipulations had grown sharper. Seraphine’s smiles were no longer mere gestures of politeness, they were carefully crafted veils, hiding the dagger of jealousy that Kaelin could almost feel pressing against her back. And then there was Riven. Every glance, every word he offered carried a weight that made Kaelin’s pulse quicken, yet every movement between them was laced with peril.The MeetingThe afternoon council was tense. Kaelin had been asked to present a new plan to secure the southern t