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I know Claire was doing all this for me, but I just couldn't help but think about only the worst each time I hear her talk about King Eric and the kids. “I know you're concerned about me, you've been my backbone since all this misfortune befell me, I'm just…” “Stop saying that, no misfortune befell you. You have two lovely kids so you don't have to call it a misfortune. They are you treasure.” Claire said to me while holding my hands. The more I heard this, the more I became greedy with my kids. I was too scared of letting King Eric take them from me because the moment they slip from my hands King Eric will never let me see them again.

A young maid appeared. "My maid saw her," said Juniper. Juniper’s maid curtsy in front of all the princes. "What’s your name?" asked Austin. "It's Claire Samson," answered Claire. Claire have blond hair and blue eyes. She’s a woman in her early twenties. She recently started working for Princess Juniper. "Tell me what did you see?" "I saw this elderly woman cleaning Princess Juniper's room this morning. Then I saw her sneaking around. When I asked her what she was doing, she claimed to be putting stuff away. Then I found her later trying to pawn it off to one of the travelers who was passing by.”

That's mind of your will lead you to Your early grave if you ever think of having what's not yours ,Get out " He bow is head and left with the gift he brought , Immediately he left samuel came in " Your majesty sir Clifford is here to see you " " Let him in " Samuel left the waiting room and came back in with sir Clifford. " Your majesty " " Sir Clifford , Thank you for your support " " Ah it's nothing I know you will make a fine king , Even when I witness your father's death with my own very eyes , You should be careful Lord Alexander is trying so hard to take the throne "

He agreed immediately. *** On the second day, Claire found two red books titled "Chemistry in Everyday Products." The books were locked in a glass box. Claire realized they might be valuable. However, she could not resist her desire to read them. Claire looked at the old woman guarding the library, wanting to ask if she could read them for a moment. After seeing the old woman looking back, Claire lost her courage and turned back to her seat to continue working on her assignment. The next day, Claire found the glass box already open.

Entering the cafe, Claire stormed into the changing room. She was late, and she needed to be ready before Jenna showered her with scoldings. To keep the wolf from the door, Claire used to work a part-time job at a cafe that unfortunately belonged to the Kingsleys. Her little stunt with Adrian had snatched all her opportunities to get a job in the city and left her with the only option for survival: to accept the job Adrian offered her. He had literally caged her in his world.

I read on one of those afternoons, Declan’s fingers tracing lazy circles on my belly. “Like us,” he murmured. “Like us.” Present I open my eyes in the stone bedroom of the castle. Declan sleeps beside me, his hand on my waist in the same gesture from ten years ago. Claire is upstairs, grown and strong, daughter of a king and a queen who paid the full price for every day of peace they managed to steal from the world. The memories didn’t bring regret. They brought clarity. Harvey told me he saved me from an empty life. A lie. I had a full life—complicated, dangerous, imperfect, but absolutely real. A life I chose consciously, weighing every sacrifice.

I realized I was staring when she cleared her throat gently. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Oh — sorry. I, um… hi. I’m Claire. From Claire’s Florals.” I lifted the bouquet awkwardly. “I’m here to deliver an arrangement for Mr. Alexander Sinclair.” The woman’s expression softened the moment she saw the flowers. She smiled, warm, genuine, and almost familiar. My chest tightened. For a brief second, I thought of Amelia. That same kind of quiet, innocent glow. Oh God. Could this be… her mother?

Emily’s POV Claire was just settling into the couch, a hand resting protectively over her small but growing bump, her face alight with a hopeful grin as she recounted the latest gossip on Camille's impending trial. "See? Karma," Claire said, grinning as she sipped her decaf coffee. "Camille finally overplayed her hand, and now she’s right where she deserves to be." I forced a small smile, trying to absorb Claire's positivity, but a nagging feeling lingered. “You think it’s over?” I murmured, the thought slipping out.

"I love getting lost in stories, exploring new worlds and meeting new characters." Claire's smile grew wider. "What's your favorite book?" I thought for a moment, trying to narrow it down. "I have a few," I said finally. "I love 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Jane Eyre', and 'Wuthering Heights'." Claire's eyes lit up. "Those are all classics," she said. "I love them too. Have you read any of the Bronte sisters' other works?"

“You manipulated me into manual labour.” Claire glanced at the boxes, genuinely pleased with herself. Then she handed me a pile of books. “And yet you’re still here.” I hated that she had a point. I took the books from her, muttering under my breath, already imagining the hours this was going to take. And, more annoyingly, the delay it would cause before I could see Caleb again. Claire smiled victoriously at the wall. We worked for a while, the two of us moving between boxes, passing tape back and forth, talking about her new place, about how Jenna was swamped this week and couldn't make it.