Navigating life with a newborn had been an unpredictable journey. Between sleepless nights and the endless responsibilities of the crown, it often felt like I was being pulled in every direction. Yet, Ryker remained a constant, unwavering presence by my side. He seemed to anticipate my needs before I even voiced them, stepping in without hesitation. Whether it was soothing Aurora in the middle of the night, cradling her through her bouts of fussiness, or taking her off my hands entirely so I could focus on palace matters, he made the chaos feel manageable.I’d foolishly hoped that motherhood would ease my workload, granting me some reprieve from the ceaseless demands of ruling a kingdom. But reality had proven otherwise. If anything, my schedule had become more relentless, especially with the looming preparations for Aurora’s naming ceremony.Her name was already known—Aurora Leanor Caine. But tradition demanded an elaborate ceremony to present her formally to the kingdom and bless he
As I stood there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. I could see Ryker listening intently to the priest, his posture poised, his demeanor calm. But I knew the information was more for his benefit than mine. He hadn’t grown up in this world of royal duties and expectations. This was new territory for him, despite his strong presence as Alpha of his pack. But I was the Queen, and the ceremonial aspects of it all felt like a burden I had no interest in carrying anymore.When the ceremony began, I let my mind wander. I moved through the motions on autopilot, my body moving mechanically through the process. Even the birth of Audrey had been less grueling in comparison to the current weight of my responsibilities. But today was different. I felt isolated in my discomfort, easily irritated by the solemnity of it all.Ryker, as ever, stayed close, his steady presence like an anchor in the storm of my emotions. I leaned on his calm energy as I felt my own anxiety churn i
I had envisioned this moment differently. By now, I thought I’d be off on a peaceful retreat with Ryker, soaking in rare, cherished moments with my family after the naming ceremony. Instead, I found myself summoned to a tense council meeting with the elders, their worry about Frederick’s claims overriding any semblance of personal time. My hopes for a quiet day with my loved ones were replaced with political intrigue. All I managed before leaving was to nurse Aurora and settle her to sleep.The council chamber buzzed with unease when I arrived. Ryker was already seated in his usual place beside mine, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the agitation that rippled through the room. As I entered, a hush fell over the elders, their anxious whispers giving way to silence. Without acknowledging them, I took my seat. Barely had I settled before the first elder launched into his concerns.“The boy has a legitimate claim to the throne,” he started hesitantly, faltering under the weight of my
Ryker and I sprang to action immediately, our instincts sharp as steel. He carefully handed Aurora to Christine, who had followed us anxiously, and we strode toward the front of the palace where the supposed "message" awaited. My heart hammered in my chest, equal parts dread and fury, as we neared the commotion. I imagined a parcel, a sealed envelope—something tangible. Instead, what greeted me was a single page plastered against the palace wall like an ominous warning.I ripped the paper free, my hands trembling slightly as I scanned the text. Two lines in, my blood turned cold. It wasn’t just a message; it was a fragment of my father’s journal, unmistakably written in his hand. My mind raced, trying to piece together how this page—this deeply personal piece of history—had ended up here."Does anyone know how this got here?" I demanded, my voice slicing through the tense silence. The guards exchanged wary glances but said nothing. I felt Ryker’s reassuring presence at my side before
RYKER'S P.O.V.Camilla’s sudden excitement was palpable. Her voice carried an urgency as she flipped the book around and pointed to a specific quote. “Look at this,” she said, her words rushed. I took the journal from her hands and read the highlighted sentence, but its meaning twisted in my mind, refusing to settle into something clear.The words didn’t sit well with me. Leanor had always been adamant about her disdain for her husband’s infidelity. The thought of him harboring feelings for someone else while bound to her seemed almost contradictory to everything Leanor had believed—or at least what she had led me to believe.I studied Camilla’s face, her eyes alight with the fervor of discovery. I didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm, so I forced a small, reassuring smile. “We’re one step closer,” I murmured, tucking a scrap of paper between the pages to mark her spot.Camilla, ever the fighter, tried to stay awake, her resolve as fierce as ever. But her exhaustion won out. The momen
Camilla's P.O.V.Christine’s words hung heavy in the air as we stood in Ryker’s office. My mind struggled to process what she had just revealed. She spread the old, crinkled papers across the desk with a mix of pride and urgency, but I couldn’t shake my disbelief.“Tunnels?” I repeated, the word foreign and almost absurd. “He’s using tunnels to move in and out of the palace?” I looked at her, searching for some mistake, some flaw in the theory. “How didn’t we know about them? How didn’t you know about them? Surely my mother—she would’ve told you, wouldn’t she?”Christine’s face was shadowed with regret. “I don’t think she knew,” she admitted softly, her voice tinged with both frustration and apology. “The tunnels aren’t on any of the official blueprints. The only reason I found them was because of these old architectural notes. They’re not even complete—most of the original plans are lost. These were just notes from after your parents married. They mention the tunnels, but the newer r
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.The walls pressed in around me as I walked through the narrow tunnels, the air thick with the scent of mold and stale earth. My hands brushed against the damp stone, steadying myself as cobwebs clung to my hair and face. Every step echoed faintly, a haunting reminder that I was utterly alone in this labyrinth. I tried not to let fear take root, but my heart raced as the oppressive darkness swallowed me whole.I pressed on, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As I ventured deeper, the filth began to fade, replaced by cleaner walls and subtle signs of life. A discarded wrapper here, a scrap of clothing there—this was no mere forgotten passageway. This was Frederick's haven, his hideaway within the heart of the palace.The narrow corridor opened into a small clearing. A sleeping bag lay unrolled on the floor, a journal resting beside it. My fingers trembled as I picked up the book, its worn cover cold against my skin. This was it—the answers I had been chasing. I was about
CAMILLA'S P.O.V.As the last piece of Eva’s story came to light, a heavy ache settled deep in my chest. The more I learned about Frederick’s past, the more I felt the weight of his pain. A boy raised in isolation, with no family to guide him, no friends to lift his spirits—only the ghost of a mother clinging to a love that could never truly be hers. How could anyone grow into anything but a storm after that?“Camilla,” Ryker’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he joined me by the window. The moonlight painted his features with a quiet tenderness. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”I didn’t answer right away, afraid my words might betray the turmoil swirling inside. Instead, I focused on the stars, letting their cold, distant beauty steady me.“You’re thinking about him again,” he guessed, his voice tinged with concern. “Frederick.”“I can’t help it,” I admitted softly. “He’s not just some villain in a story, Ryker. He’s a person—a hurt, desperate person. Maybe... maybe this is
RYKER’S P.O.V.The days that followed Frederick’s ultimatum felt like the quiet before a storm—a silence so thick, it suffocated. The guards were fortified, border patrol doubled, and every inch of the palace buzzed with preparation. Yet, amidst the chaos, my thoughts were singular: Camilla.Her faith in Frederick was unwavering, and while I admired her empathy, it frightened me. She was tethering herself to the notion that he could change, that he wasn’t the monster I knew him to be. But I had seen the hunger for power strip men of their humanity, seen it poison families and burn down empires. Frederick wasn’t an exception; he was the rule.That morning, as we left a briefing with the generals, she broke the silence. "What if he doesn’t attack?" she asked, her voice a mix of hope and desperation. "What if he’s bluffing?"I wanted to comfort her, to shield her from the inevitable truth, but I couldn’t afford to lie. "It’s a tactic," I replied, my voice firm. "He’s keeping us on edge,
CAMILLA'S P.O.V.As the last piece of Eva’s story came to light, a heavy ache settled deep in my chest. The more I learned about Frederick’s past, the more I felt the weight of his pain. A boy raised in isolation, with no family to guide him, no friends to lift his spirits—only the ghost of a mother clinging to a love that could never truly be hers. How could anyone grow into anything but a storm after that?“Camilla,” Ryker’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he joined me by the window. The moonlight painted his features with a quiet tenderness. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”I didn’t answer right away, afraid my words might betray the turmoil swirling inside. Instead, I focused on the stars, letting their cold, distant beauty steady me.“You’re thinking about him again,” he guessed, his voice tinged with concern. “Frederick.”“I can’t help it,” I admitted softly. “He’s not just some villain in a story, Ryker. He’s a person—a hurt, desperate person. Maybe... maybe this is
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.The walls pressed in around me as I walked through the narrow tunnels, the air thick with the scent of mold and stale earth. My hands brushed against the damp stone, steadying myself as cobwebs clung to my hair and face. Every step echoed faintly, a haunting reminder that I was utterly alone in this labyrinth. I tried not to let fear take root, but my heart raced as the oppressive darkness swallowed me whole.I pressed on, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As I ventured deeper, the filth began to fade, replaced by cleaner walls and subtle signs of life. A discarded wrapper here, a scrap of clothing there—this was no mere forgotten passageway. This was Frederick's haven, his hideaway within the heart of the palace.The narrow corridor opened into a small clearing. A sleeping bag lay unrolled on the floor, a journal resting beside it. My fingers trembled as I picked up the book, its worn cover cold against my skin. This was it—the answers I had been chasing. I was about
Camilla's P.O.V.Christine’s words hung heavy in the air as we stood in Ryker’s office. My mind struggled to process what she had just revealed. She spread the old, crinkled papers across the desk with a mix of pride and urgency, but I couldn’t shake my disbelief.“Tunnels?” I repeated, the word foreign and almost absurd. “He’s using tunnels to move in and out of the palace?” I looked at her, searching for some mistake, some flaw in the theory. “How didn’t we know about them? How didn’t you know about them? Surely my mother—she would’ve told you, wouldn’t she?”Christine’s face was shadowed with regret. “I don’t think she knew,” she admitted softly, her voice tinged with both frustration and apology. “The tunnels aren’t on any of the official blueprints. The only reason I found them was because of these old architectural notes. They’re not even complete—most of the original plans are lost. These were just notes from after your parents married. They mention the tunnels, but the newer r
RYKER'S P.O.V.Camilla’s sudden excitement was palpable. Her voice carried an urgency as she flipped the book around and pointed to a specific quote. “Look at this,” she said, her words rushed. I took the journal from her hands and read the highlighted sentence, but its meaning twisted in my mind, refusing to settle into something clear.The words didn’t sit well with me. Leanor had always been adamant about her disdain for her husband’s infidelity. The thought of him harboring feelings for someone else while bound to her seemed almost contradictory to everything Leanor had believed—or at least what she had led me to believe.I studied Camilla’s face, her eyes alight with the fervor of discovery. I didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm, so I forced a small, reassuring smile. “We’re one step closer,” I murmured, tucking a scrap of paper between the pages to mark her spot.Camilla, ever the fighter, tried to stay awake, her resolve as fierce as ever. But her exhaustion won out. The momen
Ryker and I sprang to action immediately, our instincts sharp as steel. He carefully handed Aurora to Christine, who had followed us anxiously, and we strode toward the front of the palace where the supposed "message" awaited. My heart hammered in my chest, equal parts dread and fury, as we neared the commotion. I imagined a parcel, a sealed envelope—something tangible. Instead, what greeted me was a single page plastered against the palace wall like an ominous warning.I ripped the paper free, my hands trembling slightly as I scanned the text. Two lines in, my blood turned cold. It wasn’t just a message; it was a fragment of my father’s journal, unmistakably written in his hand. My mind raced, trying to piece together how this page—this deeply personal piece of history—had ended up here."Does anyone know how this got here?" I demanded, my voice slicing through the tense silence. The guards exchanged wary glances but said nothing. I felt Ryker’s reassuring presence at my side before
I had envisioned this moment differently. By now, I thought I’d be off on a peaceful retreat with Ryker, soaking in rare, cherished moments with my family after the naming ceremony. Instead, I found myself summoned to a tense council meeting with the elders, their worry about Frederick’s claims overriding any semblance of personal time. My hopes for a quiet day with my loved ones were replaced with political intrigue. All I managed before leaving was to nurse Aurora and settle her to sleep.The council chamber buzzed with unease when I arrived. Ryker was already seated in his usual place beside mine, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the agitation that rippled through the room. As I entered, a hush fell over the elders, their anxious whispers giving way to silence. Without acknowledging them, I took my seat. Barely had I settled before the first elder launched into his concerns.“The boy has a legitimate claim to the throne,” he started hesitantly, faltering under the weight of my
As I stood there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. I could see Ryker listening intently to the priest, his posture poised, his demeanor calm. But I knew the information was more for his benefit than mine. He hadn’t grown up in this world of royal duties and expectations. This was new territory for him, despite his strong presence as Alpha of his pack. But I was the Queen, and the ceremonial aspects of it all felt like a burden I had no interest in carrying anymore.When the ceremony began, I let my mind wander. I moved through the motions on autopilot, my body moving mechanically through the process. Even the birth of Audrey had been less grueling in comparison to the current weight of my responsibilities. But today was different. I felt isolated in my discomfort, easily irritated by the solemnity of it all.Ryker, as ever, stayed close, his steady presence like an anchor in the storm of my emotions. I leaned on his calm energy as I felt my own anxiety churn i
Navigating life with a newborn had been an unpredictable journey. Between sleepless nights and the endless responsibilities of the crown, it often felt like I was being pulled in every direction. Yet, Ryker remained a constant, unwavering presence by my side. He seemed to anticipate my needs before I even voiced them, stepping in without hesitation. Whether it was soothing Aurora in the middle of the night, cradling her through her bouts of fussiness, or taking her off my hands entirely so I could focus on palace matters, he made the chaos feel manageable.I’d foolishly hoped that motherhood would ease my workload, granting me some reprieve from the ceaseless demands of ruling a kingdom. But reality had proven otherwise. If anything, my schedule had become more relentless, especially with the looming preparations for Aurora’s naming ceremony.Her name was already known—Aurora Leanor Caine. But tradition demanded an elaborate ceremony to present her formally to the kingdom and bless he