Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Reborn Queen: Bab 11 - Bab 20

SerenaThe room breaks into open murmuring, servants exchanging looks of open disbelief. It's enough, all of it together, to let her live comfortably as minor nobility for the rest of her life. Enough that any family she married into would think twice before treating her as anything less than an equal.And in the Kingdom of Andor, a woman’s dowry is entirely hers even after marriage. She has full authority to dispose of it as she wishes, and her in-laws cannot touch it. It is seen as a great embarrassment for a house to covet a wife’s dowry."Now the matches," I say. "The ones I would have arranged for her, if she didn’t have a sweetheart."He reads those too. Lord Aldric Fenwick, third son of a minor viscount, ambitious but landless. Captain Edmund Rowe, a rising officer in my father's own regiment, respected and well-liked despite his common birth. He had gotten a commendation and is guaranteed to rise in the ranks. Julian Thorne, the acknowledged illegitimate son of a duke, wealthy

SerenaLady Fiona Belisha. Viscount Belisha’s daughter. Cassius’s newest Companion at this point in time- and, in another life, the very woman who would conspire with Cordelia to have Marisol beaten to death. And who would go on, alongside her, to strip half the Companions in the Royal Palace of any hope of ever bearing a child.Yes, I remember this poisonous flower very well.“Sit,” I tell her finally.Her smile softens instantly, blooming sweet and pretty across her face. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” she says, lowering herself to her seat once more and folding her hands neatly in her lap.“I hope I’m not intruding. I only arrived yesterday, and I thought it proper that I come and greet Your Majesty myself. As the lady of the household, it seemed only right that we should become acquainted.”There is something almost excessively sweet about the way she says it.“I appreciate the courtesy.”Lady Fiona smiles. “After all, we shall be serving His Majesty together. It would be rather unfor

CassiusI sit behind my desk in the Royal study, watching the young woman lying unconscious on the carpet before me.My fingertips drum slowly against the polished wood as I watch her.Tap.Tap.Tap.Eventually, she stirs.Her brow furrows first, then her fingers twitch against the carpet as she slowly begins to regain consciousness. Her eyes open, unfocused at first, and she looks around the unfamiliar room with growing confusion. Panic follows almost immediately when she realizes she has been brought somewhere without knowing how.Then her gaze travels across the room until it lands on me.Her eyes widen in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, genuine fear flashes across her face. But it disappears almost as quickly as it comes, replaced by joy and relief.“Your Majesty…”Her voice is weak and breathless.I continue watching her.She swallows and pushes herself upright, her eyes darting briefly toward Percival, who is leaning silently against the wall. There is no one else in here.

Cassius “The secret guards investigated it. Apparently, she had heard stories of courtesans from brothels catching the eyes of nobles and rich men, then being taken in afterwards. So she stole money from her dying mother, who had suffered to raise her alone, and took herself to the brothel. She fantasised that she would meet some rich man who would either marry her or keep her as his Mistress. Unfortunately, she had chosen the wrong one. There's no way any respectable men will visit a place like that. So, a year later, stole some coin from the Madam of the brothel and escaped." "Luck was on her side that day, and she encountered Her Majesty as she was fleeing. She told Her Majesty she was sold there by bad men who killed her parents. Her Majesty took pity on her, brought her back to the General’s residence, and made her one of her personal attendants. That was five years ago.” "After checking, it was found that her mother died soon after she ran away. Apparently, the money she too

Serena She studies my face as though she can determine my health simply by looking at me. Her fingers briefly touch my cheek before she sighs in resignation. “I knew you would say that. You never look after yourself.” She gestures toward the little box sitting on the table. “I had these sent over for you. They are nourishing supplements. Take them with the ones Agatha brought to you earlier. You should take them regularly for the next few days. After everything that happened, you need to restore your strength.” I sigh helplessly, “Mother, truly, this is too much.” “I came to thank you for the ones you sent this morning and now you’re giving more.” “Nothing like too much. You cannot allow yourself to get ill.” “Mother-“ “I insist.” I sigh helplessly and nod. “Alright. Thank you.” She nods in satisfaction, “That’s more like it.” She gives me a fond smile, and for a few moments we speak about my health, the physician’s examination, and the wickedness of my maid.