Mated To The Plus Size Model のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

KyonThat evening, I could not get the events of the past few days out of my head. I walked through the palace courtyard without really seeing where I was going, barely noticing the maids who bowed or the guards who greeted me as I walked past them. My mind kept moving from Mira's false mark to the stolen powder, the missing records, the priestesses, and the warning that the curse might have moved closer to me. The more I thought about everything, the more one name kept appearing in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to push it away.Lyra.I stopped beside the stone fountain and stared at the water without seeing my own reflection. Mira's failed sacrifice suddenly looked different to me, because what if the priestesses had never truly believed she was the Curse Bearer in the first place? What if they had placed that mark on her just to watch what I would do, to see whether I would defend her, question them, or simply allow them to kill her? If that was their plan, then the incident h

KyonThe next morning, I was already in my study, doing my best to put the memories of my passionate night with Lyra off my mind when the historian arrived, carrying the small leather case I had ordered him to bring. He looked tired, but there was excitement in his eyes because we were finally going to test the strange black substance properly and compare it with the altered records. I stood from behind my desk and nodded toward my captain, who promptly left, knowing what I needed him to do. Few minutes later, he returned and stood by the door. I had expected him to return with the container from the accused woman's room. Instead, my captain hesitated at the doorway, and one look at his face told me something was wrong. My stomach tightened before he even spoke.“Your Majesty, the substance is gone.”For several seconds, I simply stared at him, unable to believe what I had heard. The historian slowly lowered the case in his hands, and the room suddenly felt colder than it had moments

KyonI spent most of the afternoon staring at the reports spread across my desk, but the words seemed to move around without making sense until I placed them beside one another. The black powder had disappeared, Mira's mark had vanished, and the priestesses had changed their explanation the moment their first story began falling apart. Every answer they gave created another question, and every missing record seemed to protect the same secret. Then one thought struck me so hard that I had to lean back in my chair. What if Mira had never been the real target?I picked up the report describing the powder again and read it slowly. Someone had placed a substance in Mira's room that could create the shape of the supposed Curse Mark when exposed to moonlight, and then someone had made sure the mark was discovered at the right time. The priestesses had immediately taken control of the situation and demanded a sacrifice before anyone could question them. What if that was the point? Perhaps th

KyonThe news reached me just after breakfast, when the palace was still quiet enough for me to hear the guards changing shifts outside my study. Damien's military unit had crossed the kingdom's borders and would reach the royal estate before sunset. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the messenger because I had known my brother would return one day, but I had not expected his arrival to feel like another storm gathering around me. Then the palace came alive as servants rushed through the halls, guards began preparing the courtyard, and council members began arguing about how grand his welcome should be."How many soldiers are with him?" I asked."His full unit, Your Majesty," the messenger replied. "They will remain outside the inner palace unless you command otherwise."I nodded slowly. "Tell Anderson my Beta to keep the arrangements orderly. I don't want the celebration turning into a military parade inside my home."The messenger bowed and left, but my thoughts remained with Da

DamienThe palace looked almost the same as I remembered, but I had changed too much to see it the way I once did. I had spent years away from these walls, learning how soldiers thought, how Alpha families made deals, and how quickly a friendly smile could become a knife when power was involved. I knew which families stood firmly behind Kyon, which ones secretly resented him, and which priests and priestesses could whisper one sentence into the right ear and change an entire council meeting. I had returned with more knowledge than I had left with, and I had no intention of wasting it.But there was one thing I had learned that none of them seemed to understand.I had learned that Lyra mattered, a lot, even.I had known it the moment I saw her mark.I kept my face calm when I thought about it, because there was no reason for anyone to know what I recognized. Years ago, while serving near the military border, I had found an old military archive hidden among reports from a village that n