All Chapters of King Of Eldoria: Reborn To Be His: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The great hall of Eldoria’s royal castle smelled of smoke, blood, and spilled wine. Banners that had flown for generations lay trampled under boots. Broken swords and shattered shields covered the stone floor. Outside, horses screamed as the last of Ravyn’s loyal men were cut down.King Ravyn Voss was on his knees in the middle of it all, one hand pressed hard against the deep gash in his side. Blood ran between his fingers and pooled beneath him. His black hair stuck to his sweaty face, and his crown had already been ripped off and tossed aside like garbage.Prince Caelian knelt beside him, arms wrapped around the king’s shoulders, trying to hold him up. Caelian’s own tunic was soaked red from a wound across his chest. He was crying openly, the kind of raw, ugly sobs that came from a man who had held everything in for years.“Stay with me,” Caelian whispered, voice cracking. “Please, Ravyn. Just stay.”Above them stood Princess Liora, her golden hair still perfectly arranged even aft

Prince Caelian Voss woke before dawn, the way he usually did.The big bed in his private chambers felt cold even under the thick furs and wool blankets. He lay on his back for a long time, staring up at the dark wooden beams across the ceiling. Four years of marriage had carved grooves into his habits. He slept lightly, always listening for the sound of heavy boots in the corridor or the sharp click of the door latch. Tonight had been the same as every other, restless dreams where he stood alone in the great hall while laughter echoed around him.He turned onto his side and pulled the blanket higher. His body ached in the old places. Not from fresh beatings anymore. Those had mostly stopped after the second year when the king grew bored of using his fists. These were deeper aches. The kind that came from staying silent for too long. From smiling politely while Princess Liora, his own stepsister sat on the king’s lap during feasts. From pretending he didn’t hear the servants call him “

The silence after Caelian pushed him away felt heavier than any sword blow Ravyn had taken in battle.He sat there on the edge of the bed, watching the fear and confusion play across the prince’s face. Caelian’s chest rose and fell quickly, his bandaged hand still pressed protectively against his stomach. The kiss had been real for those few seconds, Ravyn had felt the way Caelian leaned in before the panic took over. Now the prince looked ready to bolt or break.Ravyn reached out slowly, giving him time to flinch away. When he didn’t, the king cupped Caelian’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing gently over his cheekbones. The skin there was warm, a little flushed. Ravyn leaned in until their foreheads almost touched.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. The words came out rough, like they had been dragged from somewhere deep. “For all of it. I know you have no reason to believe me. Not after everything I put you through. But I’m sorry, Caelian.”Caelian’s breath hitched. His eyes darted acr

Morning light slipped through the narrow windows of the east wing chambers, pale and cold. Caelian woke slowly, the way he always did, careful, listening first. For a long second he thought he was still dreaming. A heavy arm was draped across his waist. Warm breath stirred the hair at the back of his neck. The solid heat of another body pressed against his back.His eyes opened fully.Ravyn.The king was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. His face looked younger without the usual hard set of his jaw. One of his hands rested loosely against Caelian’s stomach, fingers slightly curled. The blanket had slipped down to their hips sometime during the night.Caelian’s heart slammed hard enough to hurt. He stayed completely still, afraid that any movement would shatter whatever strange spell this was. Four years of marriage and he could count on one hand the times the king had shared a bed with him without cruelty attached. This felt different. Dangerous in a new way.Ravyn stirred.

Dawn had barely broken when the order went out. Ravyn stood in his private study, still dressed from the night before, eyes red from lack of sleep and the hours spent poring over the ledgers. The coded mark burned in his mind. He called for Captain Garrick and a trusted junior officer named Ken. “Take twenty men,” Ravyn said without preamble. “Go to Duke Harlan Graves’ residence. Arrest him. Bring him to the great courtroom in chains. If he resists, break whatever you must, but keep him alive. I want him conscious.” Ken bowed sharply. Garrick only nodded, already turning to carry out the command. Within the hour the castle was stirring with the news. By mid morning the great courtroom was packed with every duke, lord, and ranking official who could be summoned on short notice. The air smelled of cold stone, sweat, and growing unease. Duke Harlan Graves was dragged in by four guards. His fine clothes were torn, his beard matted, and iron manacles bit into his wrists. He stumbled