Ronan’s POV My legs wobbled battling against each other as I walked feeling lost. I still can’t tell what is going on. Fiona looked too livid. I tried to reminisce on the last time we were together if i did anything wrong or said something I shouldn’t have. I ruffled my hair, feeling stressed. “Why are you so bothered? Fiona is practically insignificant to a person of your status. Why would you allow her speak to you in that manner?” Dion sounded angry. Fiona was quite rude and Dion doesn’t take things like that lightly. I am supposed to be angered by her words. Instead i am worried about what might be happening to her.Dion growled. “When did you become so nice? She has to be punished or at least made to regret her actions.” Seeing he isn’t thinking in the same direction as me. I decided to shut him out. I didn’t even realize i had bumped into Timon. “Why are you so lost?” He asked in a worried tone. “Do you have some time to spare?” “Yes, i was intending to meet with you.” As
Author’s POVFreya kept turning on the bed nonstop she seemed to have a lot on her mind. She knew what she saw last night and couldn’t possibly be overthinking it. It would have been best to turn down her intuition if there hadn’t been some kind of lie involved. Raising half of her body she noticed Ronan moving around the room discreetly. She got tempted to ask him where he was headed so early in the morning. But she remained quiet letting him be by pretending to sleep. He left after kissing her on the forehead. Because she didn’t get to sleep much during the night, the sleep eventually kicked in causing her to wake up later in the morning. Freya let out a loud yawn as she sat up glancing around the room like she couldn’t tell where she was. As soon as she got a grip on herself. The maids helped her get dressed and the first place she went before attending to her everyday duty was Fiona’s place. Glancing around to ensure no one was coming behind her, she went inside and had a shock
Fiona’s POVCeline is an absolute delight. She made me feel so comfortable that it felt like I had known her for ages. I never got the chance to get close with my biological mother the only woman that stands in that figure partially is Inna. Or so I like to believe. I struggled out of the bed feeling my legs cramped. Pregnancy is a different sensation on its own. It decides the mood one wakes up with every now and then. I looked out the window to see that it was late into the night. I remember telling Celine that I wanted to take a nap as she was about to leave. But it appears I slept longer than I planned. Silence enveloped the entire space. Isla must have gone out to play with the other maids. I envy how much she gets to move around at will. The more days I spend in here the more desperate I am for everything to come to an end. Making my way towards the back door. I sat by the porch staring blankly at the closed-up garden. I would love to run but I can’t without seeking permission
Ronan’s POVFiona’s words kept ringing in my ears. It made me feel bad that I had been negligent of Freya's feelings. Maybe I did know and I wasn’t just paying attention to it. My body felt tired as I dragged it to the room. She was curled up on the couch reading as always. Taking in a deep breath. I approached her from behind massaging her shoulders. She shrugged me off. I repeated it again and this time she didn’t hesitate to smack my hand with the book in her hand. I huffed in frustration and sat in front of her with my hands clasped together. I observed her closely for a few seconds, she looked sleepy. It’s obvious she didn’t go to bed because she was waiting up for me. She can be a big baby sometimes. “Honey, do you plan on not talking to me?” I asked despite knowing the answer she would give. Freya shot a distasteful glare at me. “It appears you have a new favorite. You should return to her.” I felt the intense urge to growl. But I kept myself together. “Is this still about
Author’s POV“You are too kind, Aunt Celine. You have been so good to me that I feel undeserving of your kindness.” Fiona mumbled, holding up a smile. Celine laughed lightly sitting next to her. “Someone in your condition needs all the help that can be given. Moreover, I enjoy being here. It helps take my mind off so much.” “I am more grateful for your presence. Isla is delighted too. It has been quite a task settling into this space. I have never been so enclosed in my entire life.” “It must be hard.” She mumbled in a distant tone like she could feel the exact emotions troubling Fiona. Celine could tell from the look in Fiona’s eyes that she was heartbroken, which had nothing to do with her being by herself. Her heart ached for you young girl whose life is barely starting out and already entangled in a disheartening situation like this. “Have you thought of what you might do after birthing the child?” Celine asked. Fiona had a forlorn look on her face as she rubbed absentminded
Author’s POV “That is impossible!” Callum bickered as pushed down the bookshelf in his study. Causing the books to litter the room. He still couldn’t believe his ears. He hasn’t gotten rid of what he considers an obstacle and now there is an heir on the way? Ronan should have died during the first attempt if not for the sloppiness of the men he hired. To think his chance of getting to the throne is becoming more slippery makes him mad. Letting a newborn take away all of his hard work would be a big blow to him. He won’t allow it, that is certain. Callum practically couldn’t sleep all through the night. He kept thinking of different means by which he can get to ruin Ronan and his growing family at once. According to Celine, Ronan has a child bearer who is hidden in the palace and Freya is well aware of it. He wasn’t surprised that Celine had a smirk on her face as she told him. He had married his enemy for a wife as she takes delight in everything that makes him unhappy.Staring at
Author’s POV An intense gasp escaped Freya’s lips and almost had her breath hitched. She blinked rapidly as Callum’s words registered in her head. She wanted to believe she might be hearing wrongly. However, the look on his face was more than enough to tell he wasn't joking. Freya took a step back away from him. “I don’t think you know what you are saying, Elder Callum. Ronan is your blood and you have been his only guardian since the death of his parent. Why are you saying this scary thing all of a sudden?” Callum scoffed, “I am not one to be confused about how I feel. I have been watching you and I know you can be more than all of this. I want the throne and I am not going to stop until I get it.” She furrowed her brows looking defensive. “I think I have heard enough of all this nonsense. I am going to tell Ronan about this and trust me when I say you might not be spending the night at your house today. The dungeon appears to be beckoning to you.” “Oh, please. Save your overly
Ronan’s POV Coming to an abrupt halt, I released my hand from Freya’s grip. I never would have allowed her to have that kind of control over me. However, I had no idea if she had something urgent to share which is why I followed obediently. “Is there a reason you pulled me out like that?” I asked her. Freya stared at me like I spoke in a foreign language. “What?”I sighed helplessly, opening the door to the study. “Why did you drag me out like that? I was worried that something might have happened.” She seemed disoriented for a few seconds before stuttering in response. “I. I just thought you might be ready to leave for the night. It is late already.” “Come,” I mumbled. She walked into my arms and rested her head on my shoulder. “You look tired, have you been working so hard today?”“Not really.” “You should rest then. I will finish up for the day and join you.” “Will you bathe with me then?” She asked I nodded, “whatever you want. You should rest.” Caressing her arms gently,
Ronan’s POVLouis let out his loud childish laugh as I tickled his side. It feels so good to finally get the chance to play with my child. We have gotten closer as it should be. He has stuffed himself with every sweet chewables the party has to offer. I have a feeling Isla would have a hard time putting him to bed.“So sorry, Your Highness. I will take him now.” Isla pleaded.“It is alright, Isla. Thank you. Where is my wife?”“She is getting changed.”“Alright, thank you.”After the usual open ceremony that involved every member of the Nestorian kingdom, Fiona was crowned as the Luna Queen. We returned to the palace to celebrate with a ball, ushering in anyone who desired to attend. Fiona made the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in her wedding dress. I wish we didn’t have to be so engaged in honoring our guests and just have her to myself.“Wow, he is, the man of the hour.” Timon teased sitting next to me.“I have been looking around for you. Where have you been?” I questioned.
Fiona’s POVI glanced discreetly at Ronan and smiled to myself. He looks much better than he was a month ago. When Lord Timon arrived with a carriage saying we were returning to the palace, I thought it was a joke. I had almost given up on the thought that we would ever get to return since Ronan never seemed to have an answer.When we arrived there was a lot of acknowledgment from the very people who didn’t care to see me. I never knew Ronan’s uncle and didn’t think too highly of him after hearing about all that he did. What I didn’t expect was the situation of Freya. It was okay when she plotted to have me dead, but shocking at her intention to kill Ronan. You never know what people are capable of. Dawn didn’t appear too concerned about the death of her father, but she finally got the chance to mourn her mother properly.I felt sorry for Dawn and Ronan, even though my experience wasn’t as epic as theirs. I do know what it feels like to have the ones you trust to play on your heart an
Ronan’s POVMy entire world felt like a lie. I still can’t get over everything that Elder Callum expressed. To think I felt guilty for ever suspecting him. All the while I had sleepless nights and battled for my life, he was plotting against me.“Why don’t you go back to the palace, Your Majesty, and let me sort this out,” Timon said.I shook my head feeling a nasty ache making its way to my head. “No, please, I want to see for myself.” I insisted.We were headed for Elder Callum’s house to search properly this time. Even though I still can’t get over the shock of all that he said and his death, I want to get a glimpse of everything. The house was agog when we arrived. All of the maids and guards looked on in fear as Timon and his men searched every room in the house.The remains of Aunt Celine were the first thing that was found. Callum had it wrapped up in a bag and put it into the room she had slept in when she was alive. It was obvious that it was her from the burnt remains of her
Author’s POVThere was an eerie feeling in the air as Ronan moved through the woods stealthily. He could sense some presence behind the thick bushes, and even though whoever it was did try to hide its scent, he caught a whiff of it and it almost seemed familiar. He should have listened to Timon who advised that he took a carriage to meet with his family. But something told him to go his usual route.He halted his steps to listen to be sure he heard right. All of sudden a big wolf matching his frame jumped at him from nowhere sinking his teeth into Ronan’s upper body, but he missed and only got to tear out a bit of his fur. Before he could get a grip on the situation, the attacker pushed him to the ground aiming for his neck vein. Ronan fought hard and gave the wolf a wild kick that sent him reeling backward.Ronan hurried to his feet, gnashing his teeth at his attacker. Just then the attacker shifted into their form leaving Ronan in shock. Callum turned out to be the one behind the wo
Ronan’s POVSomeone banged recklessly on the door waking me up roughly from my sleep. I have barely gotten an hour of sleep in. My mind has been laced heavily with thoughts that had prevented me from sleeping at the due time. Groaning, I sat up with my back bent. It's actually morning, how long was I asleep?Timon made his way in, bowing slightly towards me. “Your majesty,”“Really? Why would you hit on the door like that?” I questioned.“It was not my doing. Ava was at the door.”“Has she lost her mind? Where are the guards when you need them to do their jobs? Why wake me up so early in the morning?”“It's not exactly morning your majesty. It is way past noon. Are you alright? You don’t look well rested.”I rubbed my forehead, staring intently at the wall. “Something is coming, Timon. But I do not know what it is and my heart is burdened. I couldn’t get any sleep because of it. If anything goes wrong please protect my family.”He sighed. “Don’t be like that, we will resolve whatever
Ronan’s POV“Where is that bastard?” Levi yelled as he stormed my study.Three guards stood behind him ready to strike at my order. They must have restrained themselves since he is my in-law. I nodded towards them to excuse us. Timon gave me a questioning nod.“What is all this about Levi?” I inquired.“Oh, really? So you do not know what all this is about? Where is my sister, Ronan? Did you have your child bearer skin her alive? So what if she tried to kill her? Isn’t she an intruder in the first place? You should be ashamed of yourself for picking a mere stranger over your mate.” He ranted.I exchanged a confused look with Timon before looking back at the fuming man. “What you are saying now is that you do not see any wrong in what your sister did?”“Yes, and for what it is worth, you are to blame. If you didn’t turn away from her and make her feel unneeded she wouldn’t have gone that far. But what excuse do you have now that she is carrying your child and your child bearer is very
Author’s POV“Freya?” Callum called out. No response came. He rubbed at his neck in discomfort and moved closer. She was unmoving and blood appeared to be flowing from her head to the ground.He gulped hard and felt her pulse. Callum cursed under his breath at the eventuality of his action. Not only had her breath seized, she couldn’t be revived. Freya was dead. Covering his eyes with both hands, he groaned like a wounded lion. This wasn’t supposed to end like that. The only death he intends to have on his hands next is Ronan’s.His breath hitched at every passing second. Rising to his feet, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. There is no need to start hyperventilating when the deed has already been done. First, he has to get her cleaned up and find a way to dispose of her body, but then it will take a lot of work. If anyone gets to know that the queen is missing, it won’t take long for her to be traced down to him.Callum searched around for anything that would do to stuff her
Author’s POVFreya gasped for breath like she had been hit in the chest. Nothing prepared her for the murderous look in his eyes. She could sense the irritation in his expression. Her legs wobbled and her lips quivered. Ronan was supposed to be obsessed with her now that she was pregnant. He is meant to cherish her like no other. Instead, he appears to be disgusted by her.She pulled at her hair with shaky hands. A muffled scream escaped her lips, she tried hard to let it all out but nothing came. The tears rolled down her face, almost blinding her. Freya sat still just staring blankly into space. It is as if every time she tries to give Ronan a chance to amend his ways, he walks onto the destructive path.Regret creeps in as she thinks of Callum. He had been the only one who came to her rescue and assured her of a secure future. Instead of making sure their relationship is sealed and they have themselves to count on. She plotted his death. All because of Ronan.The more she thought a
Ronan’s POV“You didn’t find anything?” I asked Timon for the umpteenth time like my ears had gone deaf.He bowed his head, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. I must have gotten the wrong information.”Ruffling my hair, I sank onto the couch feeling an unexplained exhaustion. I had eventually hurried back to the palace in the hope that Timon would catch onto something. Even though we do have a missing knife to prove that my uncle had something to do with his friend's death, it is not enough to accuse him of killing his wife.Even though it doesn’t sound right, I am beginning to hope he might have a link to the enemy tormenting me. It probably was Elder James. What if my uncle was trying to defend me? Won’t it be wrong of me to be so hard on a person who is more like my parent?Timon dragged a foot on the ground. “Please say something.”I held his gaze, shrugging. “I really wish I could say something to you, but I do not know what to say. I must admit that I was eager to hear the outcome of yo