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Ashley thought that the Rose Academy was only on that level. Turned out the academy was actually the biggest department inside the company because they also took space down until Level 40, making it eleven levels in total for all the designers and models to work together. Level 50 was actually the main part where the products from designers were brought to be photoshoot and then put inside the AG Atelier fashion magazine called Fashion Atelier, similar to the name of the online shopping app that was owned by the company.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

The feeling that the control I thought I had is slowly slipping away becomes increasingly palpable. “Majesty, here is the report from the latest rebel attack.” Asher’s voice cuts through the silence of the office. He enters with firm steps, carrying a thick folder. His impeccable attire reflects his role as my trusted advisor. “The royal council wants to hold a meeting to discuss this.”

"She is a general. She is an heir. You do not ask a queen to juggle to earn her dinner." "Careful, Wolf," Solas growled, the air around him shimmering with heat. "You are speaking to a king." "I am speaking to a potential ally," Ashren corrected, walking around the table. He moved with a predator's grace, stopping behind my chair, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You want to know if she has power?" Ashren asked. "Look at the reports. Look at Blackwood Ridge. It is a crater. She doesn't need to light a candle to prove she can burn you. Her restraint is not weakness, King Solas. It is mercy."

The throne hall was already full when Seraphina entered. Every noble who mattered was there, cloaked in silks and whispers. Golden light streamed from the tall windows, glinting off silver goblets and jeweled rings. The sound of voices softened when she crossed the threshold. She felt every pair of eyes turn toward her. Elysia stood beside the throne in a gown of white and gold, her smile sweet, her posture perfect. Beside her, Crown Prince Adrian looked the part of mercy and majesty, his hand resting lightly on Elysia’s arm.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

“I am Countess Petrova. I know nothing of Chicago.” He chuckled, a soft, dry sound that held no humor. “Oh, my dear child, let us not play these tiresome games. Your performance as the Countess was exquisite, truly. But I have made it my business to know the faces of my rivals. And the face of the brilliant art restorer who holds the heart of the new King of Ashes? That is a face I would not forget.” He took a step into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind him. “Isabella Rossi. It is a true, if foolish, pleasure to finally meet you.”

Bria growled in my mind, and I exhaled sharply. “When did you become a motivational coach, wolf,” I questioned her teasingly with my thoughts and she huffed back. After we met with our children, Henry told them all to stay for supper. I went out on the back porch to sit down, Remy and Linda joined me while the boys remained inside to share a bottle of liquor. “So what was the king like and his home?” Linda inquired. Sighing deeply, I said, “ King Aspen is a very handsome man with white silverish hair and black roots. He also has amazing ice-blue eyes, but his attitude and disposition are very ugly. The place is huge and typical for someone who is in that position.”

Father began walking out of the walk-in closet and toward another door. “But what if I don’t love the man that will win the Royal Games? Does my feeling not count?” I asked as I followed him. This time, I didn’t hurry and was way behind him. He stopped walking and turned around. “Love has no room for the Royals, Princess Adessa. We are here to serve the people and make sure the whole Absalom is thriving.” ----- Author's Note: Thank you for reading and for all the gems! Please keep them coming.🦋✨

“I don’t know what you are Ashley, but there is obviously a reason I have been seeing you everyday for the past two weeks! Every night when I close my eyes, for some fucked up reason, you are always there, ALWAYS!” “Sorry!” “Sorry, sorry for what exactly, are you a witch? Are you trying to tell me something?” The ironic thing was that I was part witch, but I had no idea why Tasha was seeing me or how she even knew my name. “Well?” she snaps at me, pointing one of the weapons at me “I’m a….a…” There was no point lying “I’m a Royal” The weapon drops from her hand, landing in a pile of fallen leaves. Her jaw dropping as she stared at me.