Todos los capítulos de King Of Eldoria: Reborn To Be His: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 79

The morning the Marenhold party was due to leave dawned clear and cool. Gifts had been prepared the night before, fine cloth, a set of worked silver, a sealed letter of continued trade goodwill that Ravyn had signed with the kind of careful politeness reserved for allies who had overstayed their welcome. The packages sat near the doors of the smaller dining room where breakfast had been laid. King Aldric and Princess Seraphine arrived on time, dressed for travel. Their twenty guards waited in the outer courtyard with the carriages. The atmosphere at the table was formally correct and quietly strained. No one mentioned the dining room confrontation or the garden exchange. Everyone at the table remembered both. Caelian sat at Ravyn’s right. A simple bowl of plain rice and a cup of weak tea had been placed in front of him, the only things his stomach had been reliably accepting for days. Ravyn’s attention was divided between his guests and the way Caelian’s hand rested lightly against

“I have an announcement to make.” The great hall held its quiet. Hundreds of faces remained turned toward the high table. Candlelight caught on jewelry and polished metal. Somewhere near the far doors a servant froze with a pitcher still in hand. Ravyn stood with one hand resting on the back of Caelian’s chair, the other loose at his side, and looked out over the gathered courts of Eldoria and its watching guests as if the next words had been waiting in him for a long time. “Most of you know the history of my marriage,” he began. His voice carried without strain. “It was made by treaty and sealed by blood when I was not yet ready to understand what I had been given. I spent years treating that bond as a chain. I was wrong. The man beside me endured those years without becoming cruel in return. He stayed. He survived attempts on his life, on his place, and on the future we are now building. He has given this kingdom a stability I once thought I would have to force at the edge of a bl

Roshan had stopped pretending the visits were casual.At first he had spaced them out, a few days in the demon realm, a short appearance in Eldoria under the cover of some vague errand, then a quiet disappearance before questions could form. That fiction had worn thin. Now he crossed into the mortal palace most evenings, sometimes earlier when the pressure on the other side became too much. Before each crossing he did the same small working: a press of will, a brief distortion of light and perception, and the single horn vanished from sight. To any ordinary human eye he looked like a tall, sharp featured man in a dark coat, unusual, perhaps, but not impossible. Only the handful of people who already knew what he was could still sense the truth under the glamour. Everyone else simply saw a private guest of the crown and knew better than to ask too many questions.The household guards stationed near Garrick’s block had grown used to the quiet figure who appeared in the upper corridors a

The air in the private solar folded open with the familiar clean pressure of a controlled crossing.Caelian was on his feet before the tear had fully sealed. The moment Lucifer stepped through, Caelian closed the distance and put his arms around him without ceremony. The pregnancy made the angle slightly awkward, but he did not care. Lucifer’s hand settled against the back of his head for a brief, solid moment, the closest the Devil usually came to an open display of relief, before he eased back enough to look at him properly.“You’re unharmed,” Lucifer said. It was not quite a question.“I’m fine,” Caelian answered. “He didn’t touch me.”Ravyn stood near the desk, still in the clothes he had been wearing when he broke into the frozen garden. The sword had been sheathed, but the tension in his shoulders had not eased. He waited until Caelian had stepped back and Lucifer had taken the offered chair before he spoke.“He stopped time,” Ravyn said without preamble. “Froze the guards, the