Veronica's POV:Tears welled up in my mom's eyes as she rushed to my side, her voice filled with a mother's love. "Veronica, my dear, you're awake. I've been so worried about you."Confusion engulfed me and questions swirled in my mind, threatening to overwhelm me."What... what am I doing here?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying my bewilderment.My mom, her voice filled with tenderness, spoke up. "Veronica, my dear, there's so much we need to explain. But first, we're just grateful that you're awake and safe."Her words only fueled my curiosity, and my need for answers. "Safe? Why wouldn't I be safe? And why am I in the palace? Who are all these people?"But what caught my attention was the figure standing beside them—the regal man who exuded an air of authority and familiarity."B-but... you... you're the king?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.The man nodded, a mixture of pride and sadness in his eyes. "Yes, Veronica. I am your biological father, the king. I kno
Jason's POV:As Henry's confession hung in the air, a heavy silence descended upon the palace. I stood there, frozen in disbelief, my heart pounding with a mix of guilt and regret. The weight of my actions, of rejecting Veronica as my mate, now bore down upon me like an unbearable burden.I watched as Veronica, her face etched with pain, abruptly rose from the couch and fled from the living room. Her departure left us all speechless, the echoes of her footsteps fading into the distance. I could sense the collective shock and remorse that reverberated through the room.The king, his face lined with sorrow, finally broke the silence. "It seems Veronica needs time to process all that has transpired. I believe it is best if we all return to our homes and give her the space she requires. Let her find solace and clarity in her own time."Nods of agreement and murmurs of understanding filled the room as the guests began to disperse, each carrying the pain of the revelations that had unfolded
Veronica's POV:As I wiped away my tears, a sense of determination settled within me. It was time to embark on my journey, to escape the confines of the palace and forge my own path. With each careful step, I packed my essential belongings into a small bag, making sure to take only what I truly needed.My trembling hands reached into the depths of the drawer, retrieving the precious ring that my father had once given me. Its significance weighed heavily on my heart, a symbol of the ties I had with the palace, and yet, a reminder of the pain and betrayal that had transpired within these walls.Silently, I moved through the palace corridors, a shadow amidst the grandeur. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo through the emptiness, urging me to maintain my stealth. I knew that any noise could potentially alert someone to my escape.As I approached the door to my father's grand study, my heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The study held many secrets, and I
Draco's POV:The moonlight bathed the forest in an ethereal glow as I wandered through the thick woods, relishing the tranquility of the night. The air was cool and carried with it the faint scent of pine and damp earth. It was a perfect night for a stroll, as far as a vampire like me could appreciate such things.As I made my way through the dense woods, my keen senses detected a peculiar sound cutting through the stillness of the night. The rhythmic pounding of footsteps. Intrigued, I halted my steps and peered ahead, my crimson eyes scanning the shadows. And then, like a ghostly apparition, she appeared.A young woman with flowing chestnut hair, sprinted through the woods with a sense of urgency, her eyes wide with fear. It was a sight that piqued my interest, for I was not accustomed to encounters such as these. Yet, as I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her.Her aroma was a shade of royalty, a fragrance that danced delicately on the w
Lucas' POV:I paced back and forth across the intricately woven Persian rug in the palace living room, my steps echoing through the opulent space. My heart thudded against my chest, anxiety bubbling within me like a tempest ready to erupt. Veronica's sudden disappearance had blindsided me, leaving me in a state of shock and remorse. The weight of my own actions pressed heavily upon me, gnawing at my conscience."Where could she have gone?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible. The ornate walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their grandeur. The room, once a place of respite, now held an air of uncertainty that hung thick in the air.Just as despair threatened to consume me, a gentle hand rested on my shoulder. I turned to see my mother, the queen, standing beside me. Her face was etched with concern, lines of wisdom and grace. Her soothing presence provided a small respite from the torment raging within me."Lucas, my dear son," she said, her voice a gentle melo
Lucas' POV:It's been over two months since Veronica's disappearance which led to my coronation as the crowned prince and the heir to the throne. The search for Veronica has been long forgotten as each day brings nothing but futile results. The king slowly began to detach from everyone. He'd spend hours alone in his grand study and only come out during breakfast or dinner. I began handling most political affairs of the palace and even though it made me feel happy and fulfilled, a part of me still misses my father's presence.The once vibrant corridors now echoed with a melancholic silence, as if mourning the absence of their beloved princess. The palace servants moved about their tasks with subdued steps, their faces etched with sorrow and regret.Lost in a sea of guilt and regret, I roamed the hallway, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Veronica, haunted by the realization that my actions had played a part in her desperate escape. The
Veronica's POV:It's been over two months since I ran away from the palace. And as the days stretched into weeks, a melancholic cloud settled over my heart, covering the once vibrant hues of my existence. The forest, once a sanctuary filled with hope and freedom, now mirrored the sorrow within me. I sat in my room, its walls adorned with flickering candlelight, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the ache in my heart. The wooden floor creaked beneath my weight as I paced, the hollow echoes resonating through the empty space. The plate of untouched food before me spoke volumes, a result of emptiness that consumed me. As I sat by the window, raindrops streaking down the glass pane, memories of betrayal and deception replayed in my mind like a haunting melody. The news of Lucas, my former lover, being crowned as the heir to the throne pierced my soul, each word a cruel reminder of the role I had unknowingly played in his twisted game. My hands trembled, clenching into fists, as ange
Draco's POV:Her words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops. I studied her, my gaze scanning her delicate frame. Veronica was a princess, sheltered and cherished, but now a different kind of fire burned within her."Veronica," I began, my tone gentle but firm, "Learning to fight is a path wrought with danger. You're carrying new life within you, and I cannot bear the thought of placing you and your child at risk." My gaze rested on her slightly swollen belly.Veronica's eyes widened, a flicker of defiance briefly passing through them. "But Draco, I cannot remain helpless forever. I want to protect myself and my child. Please, consider my request."My heart ached at her plea, understanding the strength she sought to embrace. However, my duty as a protector compelled me to safeguard her, even from her desires."Veronica, you are a princess," I responded softly, my voice tinged with concern. "Your role is to nurture and guide, not to engage in physical comb