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She hesitates briefly, observing both me and Seraphina, as though weighing the potential repercussions of her suggestion. I raise an eyebrow, my gaze fixed on her, clearly interested and slightly intrigued. “And what would that be, Hellie?” I encourage her to continue. Hellie swallows hard and quickly looks away at Seraphina before responding. The air around her seems almost to vibrate with the weight of her hesitation. Despite her experience, her face betrays a discomfort mixed with determination, and she finally says: “An heir, Your Majesty. It is necessary to secure your bloodline, the rebel attacks, and what happened at the party. Your life, my king, is in constant danger. An heir is ess

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

"They say the Velmores are searching for a suitable bride for Lucian. Someone with pedigree, background… someone who can give them an heir." Caliste's throat went dry. Liena continued gently, "The board is growing restless. The legacy must go on. Lucian is the only heir, after all." Caliste clenched her hands under the table. "He's never been the type to entertain the matchmaking game," she whispered. "Maybe not," Liena agreed. "But this isn't about what he wants. It's about the legacy. You know how the Velmores are." Caliste didn't respond. She only stared at her reflection in the coffee's dark surface.

Upon arriving, Jurgen knelt on one knee and said to Dane, “Greetings, Heir Dane and Heir Palmer.” The so-called heirs were the successor of the ancient Heavenly Court. In the ancient Heavenly Court, there were several heirs including Dane and Palmer. The other two hidden talents had never been introduced to Dane and Palmer. With four of them around, Dane and Palmer were unlikely to inherit the ancient Heavenly Court, which was why they planned to leave. However, Dane was not willing to serve others. After his revival, he began to contact various parties to build his own force, and Jurgen was one of them.

Replied Prince again, almost completely recovered, but melancholy. — How terrible! But it's just a rumor, it's not really, is it? Asked Lion, startled. — They say I owe my strength and courage to my eyes, even though I don't think I'm brave, I know I'm stronger than any other child. So, I am only an heir until there is someone to replace me. But I don't have a mother and Dad doesn't want to fall in love again, the nobles are starting to worry that the lineage will end. If that happens, Castela will be without a king for fifteen years! Until new children raised and educated to be heirs grown up. And thereafter, they still need to compete to find out who is the most worthy! … Everything … Beca

“You did this, little one. You broke the rules without trying. Now we fight to give you the life you deserve.” The heir that was not had arrived. And the world of the powerful would never be the same.

"What are you doing?" "It’s not me," Lyra realized, her hand resting gently on her stomach. "It’s him." The child she carried was the first True Silver Alpha born in a hundred years. He wasn't just a "bloodline"; he was the living spirit of the Vale. He was healing the land just by existing. Malrec’s eyes went wide with a new kind of greed and a deeper terror. "The Sovereign Heir. If that child is born, the Council’s laws will mean nothing. The natural order will return. We have to take it now!"

"He's been looking for her for years. If he found out she was alive " "He'd destroy her." "Yes." Isabella looked at the evidence spread before her. The emails. The contract. The paternity test. And now Miranda, a woman who had escaped Sebastian's grasp and was living in hiding because of it. "Your grandfather," she said. "Does he know? About any of this?" Damien's laugh was bitter. "My grandfather built Sebastian. He knows everything. He doesn't care." Isabella pulled out her phone. "Then we need someone who does."