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In Avenlor, the civil ministers and the military commanders were rarely on good terms. Small disputes broke out every few days, major ones every few weeks. This was the first time they had reached complete agreement. For that reason, the King was in exceptionally good spirits. Taking advantage of his mood, Queen Isla invited Elowen…

Listening to them, she gained a general understanding. The two older women had entered the palace as children. They had originally served Queen Dowager Selene. When Cassian was granted his title, the Queen Dowager sent four women from her side to manage his household. Over the years, one had grown too old and returned to…

He lowered his head. His sticky gaze landed on her face. Then he noticed her eyes-fixed not on him, but on the bed behind them. He laughed low in his throat. “No need to worry. My cousin won’t ever know. Every royal physician and herbalist has examined him. They all said he’ll never wake again….

Elowen stepped forward without resistance. His face was pale, lips slightly parted. “You want me to-?” Before she could finish, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Cassian had leaned forward. His head rested against hers, his breath slow, steady, and warm. He said nothing more. “Mira. Bran. Get in here,” she called over her…

Before Marwen could even react, Elowen spoke, her voice cool and clear. “Lady Marwen, do you realize what you’ve done wrong?” Marwen’s carefully rehearsed speech vanished. Stunned by the unexpected question, she faltered. “You… you’re questioning me? You’re just a girl-and you dare speak to me like that?” Facing that youthful yet calm, detached expression,…

“It’s true,” Mira insisted, then glanced at the mirror. “Your Grace, are you unhappy?” Elowen shook her head. “No. I’m just tired.” It was already very late. Mira didn’t question it further and hurried to help her wash and prepare for bed. Afterward, she withdrew respectfully and closed the door softly behind her. The room…

“Father, Brother, all my uncles and ancestors, I am now married into Duskmoor and hold the title of Duchess. Though His Grace remains unconscious, everyone at the manor has treated me with great respect and kindness. I’ve been… well cared for…” Her voice caught. A lump formed in her throat, and tears threatened to fall….

The boy had his arms wrapped around his head, shielding himself. Not a single cry of pain escaped him. Elowen frowned. Gerda raised her voice, sharp and clear. “Enough!” The servant immediately stopped and bowed toward Elowen. “Your Grace.” “What’s going on here?” Elowen asked. “This brat,” the servant said, pointing at the boy, “dared…

Vivian, however, remained calm. “Don’t worry, Mother. She’s still infatuated with His Highness. She always wanted to marry him. But she couldn’t. She wasn’t good enough. So she was forced to accept the King’s decree and marry our cousin instead. Now, if she sees someone who looks like His Highness, how could she possibly resist?”…

Marwen’s eyes went wide. She turned slowly, lips parting, breath catching in her throat. Wheels creaked over the cobblestones. Elowen turned too. Cassian sat in his chair, his face pale, striking, and impossibly composed. Bran was behind him, pushing the chair slowly forward. Elowen’s heart skipped. He was awake again? But… why was he here?…