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Lucky me, Cyran had already given a small hint, though I still had to pretend I knew nothing. "Not particularly well, Your Majesty. We've only met a few times at formal gatherings." The Queen picked up a black folder from the table and slowly slid it toward me. The title printed across the cover read: Petition of Noble Succession Reform "Open it." Without another word, I did as I was told. Besides, I was curious myself. Cyran hadn't told me much about it. Either he didn't know the details yet, or he had deliberately kept them from me.

~ BAILEY ~ We step into the opulent foyer of the apartment. It is no less and no more elegant and luxurious than Nick’s. The hues are a bit lighter than what Nick evidently prefers and the styles are dissimilar in terms of historical vs. modern, but other than that… Yeah. No expense spared here. Or on any inch of this palace. We’re greeted by a butler, who tells us, “His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness.” So king father still likes to be denoted as such. I tuck that away.

Gareth came fully into the room. He was holding a sealed document, and his expression had the particular quality of someone carrying something that was going to change the next several hours significantly and who wished it didn't have to. He held it out to Kael. "A decree came through the official channel twenty minutes ago," he said. "Royal crest. Crown Prince's seal." Kael took it and broke the seal. He read it. I watched his face move through something I hadn't seen before—not the controlled alertness he used for intelligence reports, but something underneath it. Something that landed somewhere he hadn't armored.

I needed him to recharge my energy and my hope because, at the moment, they were already dwindling. “Announcing the arrival of His Royal Highness, King Essak the Third, of the Kingdom of Absalom, together with Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royal Adessa Margaret Valiana of Absalom.” A loud voice echoed around us as I stood before a tall, massive, and beautifully carved double door separating the private room from the banquet. My hold on my father’s arm tightened, and I felt him tapping my hand gently as the majestic door opened. The scent of freshly baked pastries and coffee swirled around me, perfectly mixing with the alluring smell of jasmine and other blooms all over the hall.

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

She could hear how her heels clapped the Royal grounds with every step taken and her heartbeat followed the sound. In a split second, the doors revealed the Royal beauty, and Carolyn's breath was taken away from her as their eyes met. Was this real? She surveyed her from her head to her feet. Blonde, with hazel eyes, rare beauty, and unaged skin, her white Royal gown was styled as that of an empress. Her posture was magnificent as she observed her movement. Raised shoulders, flat tummy, raised chin, calm steps, she was thrilled. She couldn't take her eyes off. She was lost for a moment there before she recovered herself and immediately stood in respect as she bowed her head to Her Royal Maje

"Kindly place the letter on the table, and I shall peruse it at my leisure." With a graceful bow, the maid deposited the letter on the ornate table before briskly retreating from the room. As soon as the maid vanished from sight, Melina rose from her seat, a surge of anticipation promptly propelling her toward the envelope. With measured deliberation, she delicately unsealed the envelope, revealing the contents within. Her keen eyes roamed the page, scanning the message penned by the royal doctor. "Good morrow, Your Majesty, I trust this message finds you in good spirits. I humbly request your presence at the esteemed healer's quarters at your earliest convenience, as His Majesty has commiss

The older maid quickly stopped her. “Am I wrong? Ever since Her Royal Highness returned, she will either space out or giggle for no reason. Now, she’s humming and dancing for no reason. I think Her Royal Highness must have been possessed while she was out there. So what if Her Royal Highness hears me? I don’t mind not eating for three days! I’m on a diet anyway.” “Oh, you! You’re lucky Her Royal Highness has a good temper and is gentle. You only dare to say this because she treats her subordinates like sisters. If you got assigned to someone cruel, you would be thrown to the beasts if you dared to say that.”

’ I can't help the thoughts running through my head. I peeked and saw Her Highness clearly, she wasn't panicking, Infact she's relaxed. I saw one of the soldiers bowed to her, “Ahhhh”I can't help but gasped, did Her Highness owned the soldiers? Does she trained them to deal with Prince Edward? Well there's only one way to find out. I came out of my hiding place and moved closer. The soldiers was on guard when they saw me coming but Her highness waved her hand,I saw them withdraw and I went closer to her

“Christian loves you so much… You know you became his hero…” “I love him too,” Federico told Ava, looking into her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much.” “I know very well what you’re talking about. I feel the same way too.” His hands moved from her waist. “I’m sorry, Ava… For not being around so much. But now… I want you to come with me… I have something to show you,” he said. “They arrived this afternoon.” Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover.