THEIR REJECTED DAUGHTER WAS THE LOST HEIRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

POV: KAELENRowan entered my private study without knocking, locking the heavy oak door behind him with a single, sharp turn of the iron key."She remembered something," Rowan said, stepping over to the desk where my maps and registry ledgers were laid out.I did not look up immediately from the seal comparison sheet I was studying under the lamp. "A face?""A word," Rowan corrected, leaning over the table with his palm pressed flat against the dark wood. "A name whispered to her inside the carriage fifteen years ago. Solvane."My hand froze over the parchment. The silver quill slipped from my fingers, leaving a tiny drop of dark blue ink on the edge of the page.I raised my head slowly, looking directly into Rowan’s eyes to see if he was making a dark joke. But his expression was completely deadpan, cold and serious."Solvane," I repeated softly, the weight of the word falling like heavy stone into the quiet room. "Are you certain that is what she heard?""She spoke it clearly," Rowa

POV: KAELENThe heavy linen curtains in the examination room were drawn tight against the harsh afternoon sun, filtering the light into a soft, golden dust. I stood near the marble washbasin, meticulously drying my hands on a crisp white towel, maintaining a cool, detached composure that years of royal duty had drilled into me.Across the room, Aria sat on the edge of the wooden examination table. Rowan stood silently in the corner, his broad form positioned near the door, his eyes tracking my every movement with vigilant intensity."You may cover it now," I said smoothly, keeping my voice level and professional as I turned back toward her.Aria quickly pulled the high collar of her linen tunic back into place, her fingers trembling slightly as she buttoned the silver clasp at her throat. She looked exhausted, the sudden flare of raw spiritual energy in the courtyard earlier had drained the color from her cheeks, leaving her pale and visibly guarded."What is it, Lord Kaelen?" she ask

POV: KAELENThe heavy rain had returned by late evening, pounding against the thick stone walls of the hidden mountain sanctuary three miles west of the Frostwood border.In the small, dimly lit back room of the sanctuary, the air smelled of burning pine resin and damp wool. Sitting in a low wooden armchair near the small hearth was an old man named Captain Garrick. His right arm was gone below the elbow, his face heavily scarred by old blade marks, and his hair as white as winter frost.Fifteen years ago, Garrick had been a senior commander in the High King’s personal guard, one of the few men trusted to lead the royal convoy carrying the Solvane children away from the burning capital during the Great Cleansing."I never thought I would see a Lycan Prince of the Solstice pack in this quiet place," Garrick said, his voice raspy and dry like rust on iron. He peered up at me with his one good eye, his frail hands clutching a warm cup of herbal tea. "What brings you to a broken old soldi

POV: KAELENThe long-distance magical mirror inside my locked study shimmered with cold, silver light.On the other side of the glass stood the Lycan King, my father. His face was weathered by decades of brutal political battles, his dark eyes sharp, hard, and entirely unyielding as he listened to my report."You are telling me that a girl raised as a Frostwood commoner carries a silver-gold wolf mark, remembers the name Solvane, and possessed the silver-leaf charm from the border ambush?" my father demanded, his deep voice vibrating through the glass with heavy authority. "Kaelen, do you have any idea what happens if we declare this publicly without a certified blood-lineage decree from the High Tribunal?""I know the risks, Father," I replied, standing tall with my hands folded behind my back. "The rebel packs and the corrupt council members who engineered the ambush fifteen years ago will move immediately to execute her before she can set foot in the capital. But I am telling you,

POV: LYRAMy hands shook so violently that I nearly dropped the silver key as I shoved open the door to my private bedchamber. I bolted it shut behind me, leaning my back against the dark oak wood as my chest heaved with heavy, frantic gasps for air.Royal blood.A Princess of Solvane.The words repeated inside my head like a terrifying drumbeat, deafening and relentless.I slid down the wooden door until I was sitting on the cold rug, my expensive silk dress pooling around me in messy folds. My mind reeled back through the past fifteen years, replaying every moment, every memory, every single conversation.For two years, my entire life had been built on a clear, comforting hierarchy. I was the beloved daughter of Frostwood, the bright star of the family, while Aria was the adopted orphan, the quiet, dark shadow who had eventually been exposed as a criminal and cast away in chains.Whenever Gavin favored me, it was because I was his true sister. Whenever the pack elders praised my gra