What Happened To Lady Sovereign Novels & Stories

She wouldn’t part with it even when she went to sleep. “What…” With labored breath, Laylin inquired. “What happened?” She braced herself on the edge of the table, steadying her breathing as she glanced at the multitude of letters addressed solely to her. Where did these come from?! Agatha bit her lip but ripped the bandage. “Her body was battered by the ordeal of… prosecution. She had suffered a head injury following Lord Sayo's recent investigation. He’s Lady Sayon's brother.” She took a pause and swallowed her own tears, “She was left untreated for the night and... succumbed to her injury!"

“What did you say? What did you just call me?” The guard bowed and said nothing, at the same time his phone began to ring. He looked to see Riccardo calling. “Captain?” Egan said into the phone with dread. “The Sovereign is dead. He was murdered by a wh*re. Please come quickly. The family has begun to arrive.” Egan felt his world topple over. This was exactly what he had been running away from. He had been so close to freedom. If he had not gone to that hotel, he would have been in the skies by now.

Before I knew it, the young lady was gone! Selena Kephissa Habsburg! The name echoed in my mind, and a sharp pain rsn through my chest. That was me. The war was because of me. Tears started to stream down my face, and I let them flow freely, not trying to stop it. They dripped from the ache that bound me. I observed as the old lady brought out silver knife to herself, and before the four men could reach her, she stabbed herself in the heart. No! Oh! I let out a loud scream as I hurried to her side, holding her close, sobbing uncontrollably.

There was an old saying that went, ‘a tiger would never eat its cubs. Lady Dorothy and her sister were both Madame Joanne’s granddaughters. Despite that, Madame Joanne was cruel enough to put them in a coma. Was she even human?” In fact, Lady Dorothy wouldn’t even dare believe it in the beginning. On her way here, she still wondered if Alex made a mistake. But now, the truth had just become so apparent. Lady Dorothy felt a chill in her heart, and she was deeply disappointed in the Assex family.

It unnerved him. “Did you send your condolences to the princess yet?” Orlov asked, changing the subject. “What for?” “You didn't hear?” Ivan shook his head. “The concubine Lady Mira died. She was the princess’ mother. It was poison, and many think it was the queen.” Ivan remembered Lady Mira. She had reluctantly accompanied Little Aisha to see him off. Aisha must be seven. She had lost her mother even earlier than Ivan had. “I’ll visit her later. Although I don’t know if she’d want to see me.”

Just then, a vice general rushed in and knelt before him, reporting, “Your Majesty, urgent missive from the palace. The west tower caught fire, and Lady Eaves… has perished.” The bracelet fell to the floor. The string snapped, and the pearls scattered everywhere.

Kiera’s pov Susan and I spent the next two days buried in the palace archives. Elara had sneaked us in, her hands shaking the whole time, terrified of what would happen if we were caught. But I didn't care about being caught. I cared about staying alive. What we found about the women who participated in the last trials made my blood run cold. "Look at this," Susan whispered, pointing to a dusty ledger from fifty years ago. "Another one. 'Lady Isolde, died during trial phase three. Cause: Accident.' And here, thirty years ago. 'Lady Mara, died during phase two. Cause: Drowning.'"

Leading them was a woman Panni recognized from the blurred video call: Lady Vivienne, the last surviving member of the High Board and the woman who had brokered the original 1782 marriage pact. "Panni. Jinyan," Vivienne said, her voice smooth and chillingly polite. "You’ve led us on quite a chase. Portugal is lovely this time of year, though the humidity is dreadful for the archives." Jinyan stepped in front of Panni, his posture a lethal shield. "You have Annie. If you touch her, the key goes into the Atlantic. I don't care if it's the biometric heart of your company; I’ll watch you go bankrupt from the shore."

"We owed Lyssara." The name struck me again. "Who was she?" This time... The Collector answered immediately. "The Last Sovereign." Silence. Even the wind seemed to stop. Seraphine inhaled sharply. Lucien actually took a step backward. Aldren closed his eyes. As though hearing the title spoken aloud after so many centuries hurt him. "The Sovereign wasn't erased because they were evil." The Collector continued. "They were erased because everyone feared what would happen if another was ever born."

“Leonard told us… about what she is.” I swirled the amber liquid in my glass. “The Sovereign.” The word lingered in the air between us like an omen. Even saying it felt dangerous. It had been decades since that word held weight in our world. The Sovereign. A being meant to unite or dominate all packs. A power whispered about in ancient texts and nearly forgotten prophecy. My mate stepped closer. “If she truly is,” she said carefully, “then she could shift the balance entirely.” “She could,” I conceded.