Alle Kapitel von Curvy Queen by Contract - Luna by Fate: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Jordan’s POVI moved through the shadowed service passage like a ghost, following the faint trail of Scarlett’s scent and the distant murmur of voices. My instincts had driven me from the war room the moment I learned she had slipped her main escort. When I rounded the corner and saw her pressed against the wall, poised to follow two whispering servants, my hand shot out and caught her wrist just as she began to step forward.“Scarlett,” I hissed, pulling her firmly back into the deeper shadows of an alcove. “What in the gods’ names do you think you’re doing? Have you lost your mind?”She whirled, eyes wide with surprise before recognition set in. “Jordan—I overheard them. They’re traitors. They mentioned Cassian and passing information outside the walls tonight. I couldn’t just let them walk away without learning more.”I kept my grip on her wrist for a moment longer, heart still racing from the near-miss. “Rushing after suspected traitors alone could get you killed,” I said, voice l

Jordan’s POVI stood at the head of the long oak table in the war room, the weight of the crown I had yet to fully claim pressing down on me like the stone walls of the palace itself. Maps of the realm sprawled across the surface, marked with fresh ink notations from my scouts. The air was thick with the scent of wax from the heavy candelabras and the faint metallic tang of armor from the commanders gathered around me. Captain Thorne, his grizzled beard framing a face etched by decades of service, stood to my right. Beside him were Captain Elandor, ever the tactician with his sharp eyes scanning every detail, and a handful of other trusted officers whose loyalty had been tested in blood and fire.“Double the patrols along the inner walls and the royal wing,” I commanded, my voice steady but laced with the urgency that had become my constant companion since the intrusion in Scarlett’s chambers. “No one enters the coronation hall without being searched twice. I want eyes on every servan

Jordan’s POV“Show me exactly what was taken—and spare no detail,” I demanded, my voice echoing sharply through the dimly lit royal archives. The heavy stone walls seemed to press in closer as I strode forward, lantern light flickering across rows of ancient shelves crammed with scrolls, tomes, and forbidden knowledge. The palace guard who had interrupted Scarlett’s evening stood at rigid attention, his armor still askew from his frantic run. Captain Thorne and Captain Elandor flanked me, their expressions grim in the unsteady glow.The guard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Your Majesty, the intruder breached the restricted section sometime after the evening bells. No guards were harmed—thank the gods for that small mercy—but the wards were bypassed with surgical precision. We found no signs of struggle, no broken locks, just... this empty slot where the scroll once rested.”I scanned the vaulted chamber, my jaw tight. Gold artifacts gleamed untouched in their glass

POV: Jordan“Scarlett!” I roared, lunging forward with my sword already drawn as the hooded assassin raised his dagger toward her. My heart slammed against my ribs like a war drum. I had only been a few paces behind, delayed by a loose stone that had nearly sent me sprawling, but those seconds felt like an eternity. Steel met steel with a deafening clang as I parried the assassin’s strike inches from Scarlett’s side. “Get back! Now!”The attacker spun with lethal grace, his cloak whipping like smoke. “You’re too late, King,” he snarled, voice muffled by the hood. He slashed low, forcing me to twist aside. Scarlett retreated wisely, lantern held high, her face pale but resolute. I pressed the assault, my blade a blur in the confined tunnel. Sparks flew as our weapons clashed again and again, the narrow passage amplifying every sound into chaos.“Guards!” I bellowed over my shoulder. “To the eastern corridor! Intruder in the tunnels!”The assassin laughed coldly, a sound devoid of fear.

POV: JordanThe old woman’s words haunted me like a blade pressed against my spine. Don’t trust the person standing closest to the King. I paced the length of my private study, the heavy oak doors bolted shut, a single lantern casting long shadows across maps and correspondence. Scarlett had mentioned the warning only briefly that afternoon, her voice steady but her eyes troubled. I trusted her instincts more than most men trusted their own swords, yet the accusation gnawed at me. Who stood closest? My captain, Elias? Lord Alden, who had advised my father before me? Or perhaps even the steward, silent and ever-present?Recent betrayals had taught me a bitter lesson: loyalty could vanish overnight, like mist under a harsh sun. The stolen blueprints, the assassin in the tunnels, the prisoner’s cryptic threats—each one chipped away at the foundations of trust I had once taken for granted. I could not afford doubt now, not with the coronation two days away.I summoned a trusted scribe, a