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Erin shook his head and sighed again. “Many individuals are vying for the throne, and there is also a lot of discontent regarding Uncle Vernon’s replacement due to a tragic event. Our great-grandfather violated the law,” Erin said, mustering a forced smile. “He betrayed the family, making a mistake in an attempt to protect us, our family, our people, and our reputation.” Erin continued, gripping Agustin’s shoulder. “The throne requires someone capable of ruling it.” “And that someone is you, Agustin.”

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

Reader’s POV The throne room reeked of the incense. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting fractured rainbow shapes across the marble floors, but nothing could cleanse the tension that hung thickly in the air. Jake’s voice echoed through the hall as he ratted like a man who had been betrayed because in a way, he had been, but not in the way he imagined. “You killed him!” he barked, jabbing a trembling finger toward Scarlet. “You and Emma, you plotted this from the start. You poisoned him, watched him suffer for months, and now you want to sit on his throne like nothing happened?”

"Mavric is a man of iron. But iron is brittle. It breaks under enough pressure." "Liora doesn't need a guard. She needs a partner who can match her brilliance." "And by the time I’m done with her... she’ll realize that Thorne is just a temporary distraction." He toasted the screen. "To the Queen. May she find her true King." The first real rival had arrived. And the "Hidden Wife" was about to become the center of a global power struggle. END OF CHAPTER 12..

"The only thing I regret is that I cheated on her. Maybe if I hadn't cheated, I wouldn't have been afraid of losing her." "I hope that your sincere love can dispel Miss Jessica's hatred for Mr. Hans." Two servants came in carrying two large baskets of snacks that surprised Leon. "What's this?" Leon got up from his seat. "These are all your orders, sir," Daniel replied. "You thought I was going to open a shop."

What had transpired that could have made it so that for the first time in her life, when she saw her youngest daughter, she saw not a girl but the beginnings of a woman. She supposes she oughtn’t to look a gift horse in the mouth. Placing the husband of her own daughter on the Red Throne had been her desire from the start. The husband whose devotion she had only glimpsed upon, but could already tell the frightening magnitude of it. But Still. She knows better than to think that Lord Brandon suddenly had a change of heart on his own. There’s only one thing in the entire world that could have motivated him to suddenly desire a throne he had no previous interest in: the very girl (lady) standin

“Choose your kingdom, Dorian. Silence and legacy or fire and ruin.” He said nothing. But his eyes flicked to Penelope’s phone. The flash drive. The proof. The voice continued. “You lead, or you burn with her.” He closed the call. Stood in silence. Then turned to Isolde. And said, “They’re giving me the throne.” Her breath caught. “And you’re supposed to keep them from drowning?” “No,” he said. “I’m supposed to drown the rest of us first.” Penelope’s fingers flew across her keyboard. Cold light bathed her face in shades of war.

One afternoon, while Adele was preparing their meal, Anna entered the room with excitement written all over her face. "Mom." Adele glanced at her. "Yes, Anna?" "Do you remember the palace?" The spoon in Adele's hand stopped moving. For a moment she said nothing. Then she turned slowly toward her daughter. "Why are you asking me about the palace?" Anna didn't notice the fear hidden behind her mother's voice. "I heard they're looking for new maids."

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 41: The Reckoning The throne room fell into a silence so absolute it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Courtiers who had been shouting moments before now stood frozen, the weight of their miscalculation settling over them like a suffocating blanket.