Chapter 54: Birth of the True King "Tristan! It hurts!" Isabel screamed while her voice was filled with agony. "I'm here, my love. I'm right here," Tristan replied with a voice steady yet laced with worry. He held her hand tightly as his thumb brushed soothingly over her knuckles. "Breathe, just like the midwife said." "I can't, Tristan, I can't!" Isabel cried out, her grip on his hand tightening as another contraction wracked her body. Teressa who was bustling about the room, anxiously called out, "Tristan, get a basin of water! Quickly, now!" Tristan immediately nodded with a pounding heart, and rushed obediently to comply. He filled the basin and brought it to Teressa, who was already wiping Isabel's forehead with a damp cloth. "Just breathe, dear," Teressa said, her voice gentle yet firm. "You’re doing wonderfully. We’re almost there." Mrs. Hawthorne, hovering nearby, added, "We need another pillow. Tristan, fetch it quickly!" Tristan darted out of the room and returned wi
Chapter 55: Five Years Later"Come on, Liam! Show me your best move!" Tristan called out, feinting left and then right, impressed by Liam's growing agility and skill.Tristan laughed heartily as he swung his wooden sword in playful arcs, facing off against his energetic five-year-old son, Liam, who wielded his own miniature version with fierce determination. The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm light over the quiet street where they played outside their home.Liam giggled mischievously, darting forward with a flurry of swipes that Tristan expertly parried. The neighborhood echoed with their laughter and the clatter of wooden swords meeting in mock combat.As they continued their spirited duel, Tristan couldn't help but marvel at how quickly time had passed. It seemed like just yesterday that he held Liam in his arms for the first time, marveling at the tiny fingers and wisps of dark hair."Slow down, Father!" Liam exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he lunged forward
Chapter 56: Shatter Me Isabel sat by Liam's bed, gently smoothing the covers over him. The room was dimly lit by a soft, flickering candle, casting a warm glow on the walls. Liam, however, was restless, his wide blue eyes darting towards the door every few seconds. "Mother, where is father?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience. Isabel smiled softly and brushed a curl from his forehead. "He is securing the house for the night, my darling. He will be up shortly." Liam frowned and crossed his arms. "But I want him to tuck me in. I want to say goodnight to him." Isabel sighed gently, understanding her son's attachment. Deciding to tease her little prince, she pouted dramatically. "Oh, I see how it is. You love your father more than me, do you not?" Liam's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. "No, mother! I love you too!" Isabel chuckled softly at his earnestness. "You are very much like your father, you know that?" She then ju leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Very
Chapter 57: Married LifeTristan jolted awake while his heart was pounding as if trying to escape his chest. He blinked against the bright morning light streaming through the window, momentarily disoriented. He immediately glanced beside him and found Isabel's side of the bed empty, with the sheets neatly arranged. Panic surged through him as he threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed."Isabel?" he called out, his voice hoarse and tinged with urgency. But there was no response.He quickly dressed himself and rushed out of their room as his mind raced with fear. Once he descended the stairs, the scent of freshly baked bread and the sound of soft laughter reached his ears. And when he entered the kitchen of their humble home, he saw his mother-in-law seated at the table, feeding Liam breakfast."Good morning, Tristan," Teressa greeted warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Have some breakfast.""Where is Isabel?" Tristan asked, barely able to mask his anxi
Chapter 58: Giving Back His FreedomAfter the meal, Teressa cleared her throat gently, drawing everyone's attention. "Isabel, I thought I might take Liam to school today. It would give you some time to rest or tend to anything you need."Isabel, who had been avoiding Tristan's gaze throughout lunch, looked up at her mother, considering the offer. She glanced at Liam, who was happily finishing his bread, and then at Tristan, who was watching her intently. A moment of silence stretched before Isabel spoke, her voice calm and deliberate. "Thank you, mother, but I think I will take Liam to school myself today."After hearing her words, Liam's face lit up with excitement. "Really, Mother? You will take me?"Isabel smiled at her son's enthusiasm, her heart warming at the sight. "Yes, darling. I will take you."Tristan sensed an opportunity to mend the rift between them and immediately spoke up. "If you are going, my love, I would like to join you."Isabel shook her head gently, though her
Chapter 59: Isabel Belongs to meTristan's expression grew serious, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, it has," he said quietly, sensing the importance of what she was about to say.Isabel swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "For six years, you have been by my side, supporting me and Liam without hesitation. You have given up so much for us, and I have been selfish in my expectations."Tristan shook his head, squeezing her hand gently. "Isabel, you and Liam are my family. There is nothing I would not do for you."Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued. "I know that, and it means the world to me. But I have realized that I have been holding on to a dream, hoping for something more when I have no right to demand it. You have given us everything, and I fear I have taken you for granted.""I have long been drowning in your favor and it is time that I return it." She smiled.Tristan's heart skipped a beat at Isabel's words, his mind racing to grasp their full meaning. He
Chapter 60: In his grasp once again"Stop! Let go of me!" Isabel's voice echoed through the corridor, choked with fear and desperation.Lucian's grip tightened around her arm like an iron vice as he continued dragging her towards his chambers. Isabel stumbled on the uneven floor, her heart pounding with terror. With a sudden jolt, she fell to her knees, the impact sending a sharp pain through her. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by helplessness."Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "let me go. Give me back my child!"Lucian remained unmoved, his expression cold and resolute. He tightened his hold on her arm, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "You dare carry another man's child? I will not let him near you ever again!"Isabel gasped, fear and defiance mingling in her eyes as she struggled against his grasp. "No! Liam needs me. Let me go! Where are you taking him?!"Ignoring her pleas, Lucian roughly pulled her to her feet and c
Chapter 61: The Royal Family ReunitedLucian stood in the doorway while his eyes are fixed on the young boy seated on the edge of the bed. Despite Liam's confusion of what was happening around him, the boy still seemed calm, his wide eyes . Lucian felt an inexplicable connection to the child, a strange sense of admiration that he couldn't quite place.The moment he saw Liam back at the village, he had been mesmerized by the boy's striking blue eyes, a vivid reminder of the first time he saw Isabel. Those eyes, so similar to hers, had caught him off guard. Yet, unlike Isabel's golden locks, Liam's hair was dark, likely inherited from his father. Yet again, the thought of Isabel having someone else's child angered him once more, but despite his fury, he couldn't bring himself to direct it at the boy.Suddenly, Liam stood up, bowing slightly as he greeted Lucian with an unexpected level of reverence. "Your Majesty," he said in a clear, steady voice.Lucian's eyes narrowed slightly, intri
Dear kind readers,I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end.Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.Thank you for being part of this journey.With love and gratitude,Yñanana ~
Chapter 112: A Beautiful Second ChanceIsabel and Prince Raphael strolled through the tall maze garden as the greenery surrounded them like a living wall. The winding paths created an air of intimacy that Raphael seemed all too eager to exploit. Isabel’s arm was linked with Raphael’s as they walked, and he, ever the charming gentleman, leaned in closer with every step, his laughter echoing through the garden.Meanwhile, Tristan was not far behind and was hidden just enough to avoid being seen but close enough to watch the unfolding scene with growing irritation. He had followed them into the maze out of sheer stubbornness, unable to stomach the sight of Raphael’s overly friendly manner.As Raphael pointed out an intricately carved stone bench, suggesting they take a seat, Tristan rolled his eyes from his concealed vantage point. “A bench? Really? How original,” he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling over.Isabel, for her part, seemed oblivious to Raphael’s advances. Sh
Chapter 111: A child's pleaAnd so in the months that followed, Isabel remained true to her word. She had finally let Tristan go, though not completely, for she could not easily dismiss the deep feelings she had developed for the man who had saved her. Life continued to move forward, and with it, the fates of those around her began to shift.Lucian who was once a formidable force in the empire, was dethroned and reduced to the title of Viscount. The once-proud Montebello kingdom found itself under new leadership after the council deemed Leticia unfit to rule, her descent into violence and madness making her unworthy of the throne. The kingdom’s new ruler, handpicked for their wisdom and strength, sought to restore peace and stability to the fractured land.Victoria, who had suffered in the dark cells of the palace, was finally freed and was reunited with her son Julian only to face the consequences. But the West King, Leticia’s father, could not bear the thought of his daughter suffer
(This chapter is dedicated to my favourite song "The ones we once loved" by Ben&Ben. It would be nice if you lovely readers would listen to it too ^^)Chapter 110: Goodbye to the one I once LovedSuddenly, Ilyana interrupted with a cheeky smile. “Says who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at Isabel and Liam.Isabel blinked in surprise, her confusion evident. “Mother...?”Without another word, Ilyana raised her hand, signaling the guards to open the grand doors. The heavy wooden doors creaked as they swung open, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. Isabel’s eyes widened as a group of men dressed in full black warrior tunics, their faces obscured by hoods, marched into the room in a precise formation.Two of the men, armed with swords at their sides and bows and arrows strapped to their backs, led the procession. Behind them walked a man whose hands were tightly bound, his head slightly bowed, concealing his features. Following this captive were two
Chapter 109: Says Who?The throne room was heavy with the echoes of Teressa’s confession and each word lingered in the air like a ghost from the past. Ilyana sat frozen on the throne, her mind reeling as the truth unraveled before her. She had spent years nursing her bitterness, her anger directed at the man she once loved, believing him to be a betrayer. But now, faced with the painful reality, the walls she had built around her heart began to crumble.Ilyana’s gaze fell to the floor, her vision blurred with tears. The memories of Alistair flooded her mind—the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, the warmth of his embrace, and the quiet moments they had shared away from the burdens of royalty. She remembered how he would bring her fresh fruit each morning, smiling like a child proud of his small gift, and how he would fret if she stayed up late, worrying that she would exhaust herself with royal duties. His gentle nature, his kindness, his insecurities—they were all things sh
Chapter 108: The Farmer who loved an Empress"Your Majesty!" Teressa’s voice trembled as she bowed deeply, her fear palpable. She could barely raise her head to meet Ilyana's blazing eyes.Ilyana’s disdain was evident as she glared at the cowering woman. "The audacity of you to show yourself after what you have done!" she roared, her hand lifted in a threatening gesture, ready to strike. The air crackled with tension as her anger seemed almost tangible.Isabel with her heart pounding, leaped forward, positioning herself between Ilyana and Teressa. "Mother, no! Please don’t hurt her… Please..." Her voice quavered with desperation as she tried to shield Teressa while her eyes looked at her, pleading. "She took care of me and loved me even though I am not her own child!"Ilyana’s eyes narrowed, her anger unrelenting. "She was the one who took you away from me! She was your father's mistress!" The accusation flew from her lips like venom as each word dripped with betrayal and bitterness.
Chapter 107: At Last"Are you pushing me away again? Am I still not good enough for you? Were you scared to see that I have changed?" Isabel's voice wavered as her insecurities finally spilled out, no longer hidden behind the mask of a princess. The memory of the last time she had confessed her love to Tristan haunted her, the cold rejection that had shattered her heart. She feared reliving that pain, but she also knew she couldn’t let this moment slip away. She had to take the chance, no matter the risk.And so she gathered every ounce of courage and straightened herself. Isabel's gaze was stern yet filled with the affection she had always held for the man who had saved her years ago. Her royal demeanor returned, but the vulnerability in her eyes remained. "Marry me, Tristan. This is an order from your princess. As the victor of the Royal Entreaty, you are obliged to surrender yourself and wed the princess. Those are the rules."Tristan was stunned by her commanding words. He knew he
Chapter 106: The Princess and the Knight"Remove your scarf," Isabel demanded with her voice steady but laced with a tension that reverberated through the room. The command was sharp and unexpected and it drew gasps from the gathered nobles and a flicker of surprise from Empress Ilyana herself.For a moment, Tristan remained motionless, his hesitation clear. He knew that once the scarf was gone, there would be no turning back. His heart pounded as Isabel, with a determined look in her icy blue eyes, began to move toward him.Ilyana who noticed the resolve in her daughter’s eyes, smiled softly and stepped aside, allowing Isabel to approach. The Empress had not expected this sudden turn, but she understood the importance of the moment. It was a rare chance for Isabel to take control of her fate, and she would not stand in her way.Tristan’s breath hitched as Isabel stopped just a few steps away from him. Her gaze was unwavering, her command absolute. With a deep breath, he reached up wi
Chapter 105: IdentityShe pointed it directly at Lucian, her hands steady despite the storm raging within her. The cold steel was a mere breath away from his throat, the threat clear and unmistakable.Lucian flinched as Isabel raised the sword, his eyes wide with fear. He had faced many battles, but none compared to this moment. Seeing the woman he loves holding a weapon against him, made his knees feel weak and his heart pound furiously in his chest. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he stared at the sword's tip, the reality of his situation crashing down on him. The mighty king, who once commanded armies and instilled fear in his enemies, now stood defenseless before the woman he had wronged so gravely. His arrogance was stripped away, leaving only the raw terror of a man facing his doom.Isabel’s chest heaved with the force of her anger, her grip on the sword tightening. Every ounce of pain, every drop of sorrow she had endured because of Lucian, now fueled her desire for venge