《The Kings Forbidden Mate》全部章節：第 171 章 - 第 180 章

Twenty-five years had passed since the long war ended, and the capital had transformed into a magnificent jewel of peace and prosperity. The palace gardens were a masterpiece of blooming beauty — roses climbing ancient trellises in vibrant shades of crimson and white, jasmine vines heavy with fragrant flowers winding around marble columns, and fruit trees laden with ripe cherries, plums, and golden apples. The air carried the sweet, heady scent of summer in full bloom, mingling with the distant sounds of the city: merchants calling out their wares, children laughing in the streets, and the steady rhythm of a realm that had finally found lasting harmony.In the grand throne room, sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, illuminating the silver and black banners of the Draven wolf that hung proudly from the rafters. Prince Aether Draven, now twenty-five years old, stood tall beside the dual thrones, his dark curls neatly styled, his golden eyes — flecked with delicate silver — ste

The capital had enjoyed two decades of unbroken peace, but in the shadowed archives beneath the palace, an old danger stirred.Caelan stood alone in the dimly lit chamber, moonlight threads from his power illuminating rows of ancient scrolls. At forty-eight, he still moved with quiet grace, though silver now threaded his dark hair and faint lines of experience marked his silver eyes. The mating bite on his neck remained vivid, a living reminder of the bond that had saved the realm.A new presence had appeared in the city three nights ago — a mysterious young woman named Elara Voss, claiming descent from a forgotten branch of the First Kings. She was twenty-four, with striking violet eyes and an aura that resonated strangely with Caelan’s ancient power. She had requested a private audience, speaking of “unbalanced threads” that threatened to unravel the kingdom’s hard-won stability.Lucien entered the archives, his powerful frame still imposing even in middle age. His golden eyes immed

The royal archives beneath the palace felt heavier than usual that evening, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of ancient magic. Silver lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across rows of towering shelves, their light dancing over faded scrolls and leather-bound tomes that held secrets older than the Draven dynasty itself.Caelan stood in the center of the circular reading chamber, his silver eyes narrowed in concentration as moonlight threads from his power gently lifted and unrolled a particularly fragile scroll. At forty-eight, he still carried the quiet grace that had defined him since his days as a tribute omega, though silver now threaded his dark hair and faint lines of experience marked the corners of his eyes. The mating bite on his neck remained vivid, a living reminder of the bond that had saved the realm and given them their son.The new arrival, Elara Voss, stood a respectful distance away, her violet eyes watching w

The royal archives felt heavier than the winter winds outside, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of ancient magic. Silver lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across rows of towering shelves, their light dancing over faded scrolls and leather-bound tomes that held secrets older than the Draven dynasty itself.Caelan stood in the center of the circular reading chamber, his silver eyes narrowed in concentration as moonlight threads from his power gently lifted and unrolled a particularly fragile scroll. At forty-eight, he still carried the quiet grace that had defined him since his days as a tribute omega, though silver now threaded his dark hair and faint lines of experience marked the corners of his eyes. The mating bite on his neck remained vivid, a living reminder of the bond that had saved the realm and given them their son.The new arrival, Elara Voss, stood a respectful distance away, her violet eyes watching with intense f

The royal archives beneath the palace felt heavier than the winter winds outside, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of ancient magic. Silver lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across rows of towering shelves, their light dancing over faded scrolls and leather-bound tomes that held secrets older than the Draven dynasty itself.Caelan stood in the center of the circular reading chamber, his silver eyes narrowed in concentration as moonlight threads from his power gently lifted and unrolled a particularly fragile scroll. At forty-eight, he still carried the quiet grace that had defined him since his days as a tribute omega, though silver now threaded his dark hair and faint lines of experience marked the corners of his eyes. The mating bite on his neck remained vivid, a living reminder of the bond that had saved the realm and given them their son.The new arrival, Elara Voss, stood a respectful distance away, her violet eyes watc