Keira's PovI have no way of knowing what questions they will ask her, so how am I supposed to help? "You have been reading countless books, you must know the answer to every question they might ask." Princess Lyna says, seeking an immediate answer of how I plan to help her pass the test of wisdom. I may have read too many books but I am not the one supposed to answer the questions. "I can teach you as much as I can before the test." I suggest, still aware that it won't help. The council wishes to test her wisdom, so they will choose to ask questions that will require profound thinking. "That's ridiculous. I cannot learn a million things within one night." Princess Lyna argues. "Get your smart brain to think of a better plan before tomorrow. Remember that you will no longer have a job if I fail that test." She says in a stern tone. It's like she has already forgotten that I am the one that just helped her pass the test of humility. She is yet to even thank me for it. "I will be
Keira's PovPrincess Lyna stands beside her king-size bed with her hands folded in front of her chest. She wants the plan, one that is supposed that help her pass the test of wisdom without figuring out the right answers to the questions herself.Helen and Lisa are seated on the floor once again, skillfully cutting pieces of soft white fabrics and lace to make a stunning wedding gown for the princess. She is already preparing for her wedding with the angel kings, like she is so sure that I can make her pass her final test. "I am assuming that you have come up with a good plan." She says in a frigid tone. "Tell me everything." She orders. "I have thought of a plan, but I will need your help." I say. "I already told you that I cannot answer the questions." She insists. "Yes, I will answer them for you." I reply. "But for that to happen I will need you to lie to Lady Doria and the council." "Lie about what?" She questions. "Having a sore throat." I answer. Her face wrinkles with
They are indeed here. I am not sure I can think clearly in their presence. It's not just their scents affecting my senses, our mate bond isn't broken because I never accepted their rejection. I will feel an unneeded attraction towards them. I must act like I have never met them, like I am not their mate. In order to make Princess Lyna their future wife, I need to focus on correctly answering the questions, help her pass the test of wisdom without them noticing.Their beautiful faces are the first thing I notice when we walk into the hall. It's sad that their breathtaking beauty is only skin deep. I watch as they rise from their seats behind the council and start approaching. The air around me thickens with their scents, but their eyes are on Princess Lyna. Their amorous smiles make my heart swell with pain. They are stunned by her beauty, which is enhanced by layers of makeup and the shimmering jewellery. Princess Lyna bows her head slightly in a show of respect and luckily rememb
One of the council members rises from his seat. "The council would like to know if you're comfortable and ready to begin the test, your highness." He inquires in a gentle voice.Princess Lyna glances at me before nodding her head. "Sir Reynolds will begin with the first question." The councilman says and settles back in his sit.Another rises and my anxiety tightens it's hold on my mind. I take deep breaths to overcome the apprehension as he posses the first question."If you marry our kings and this kingdom happens to go to war with your father's kingdom, where would your loyalties lie, your highness?" He questions. I didn't expect the questions to be so difficult. I take my time to reflect while Princess Lyna pretends to write her answer on the parchment. Apparently the beloved princess isn't capable of writing a comprehensible answer, probably because she isn't even trying. I stare at the paper as if reading from it as I personally answer the question."If it were within my pow
Keira's PovPrincess Lyna sweeps the parchment off the table as the angel kings gets closer. It floats down to the floor just as they halt in front of her."You're a special kind of woman, princess. We feel lucky to have your admiration." Angel Conrad says in the sweetest of voices. "I have enjoyed being your guest, I really didn't want to leave, your Majesty." Princess Lyna responds, totally forgetting our lie about her having a sore throat. None of her admirers appears to notice through. "I would be honored to give you the first tour of the main palace. Do you mind joining us for lunch?" Angel Fenris requests. Lyna appears so overwhelmed by joy that her cheeks are turning red despite the makeup that had previously made her look pale."It would be my honour to share a table with the three of you, your Majesty. I have dreamt of such a great moment for years." She responds, her affection for the kings evident in her eyes."With your outstanding intellect everyone is confident in you
Keira's PovAngel Garren charmingly pulls a chair for princess Lyna while his brothers welcome her to the table with the most bewitching of smiles.We halt a few steps behind her seat and fall to our kneels just like she ordered. "Why are your servants kneeling?" Angel Conrad asks in a surprised tone. "I asked them to do so, as a sign of respect to you." Princess Lyna replies. "You're the greatest of kings, the most perfect of all beings, I will grant you the reverence you deserve. You can always expect profound veneration from me and my servants." She adds. "We are well aware of your unquestionable loyalty to us, princess. You do not need to punish your servants to make it more clear." King Conrad differs. It's weird to hear him sound like he cares. "It is your ability to diligently perform the roles of our queen that is most important. Your ideal intellect is what we value above all else." He adds.Princess Lyna appears baffled as she shrinks back in her seat. "What are some of
Angel Garren's povThe princess had displayed profound admiration for us all, how come she is now sceptical of our ability to uphold the vows of our marriage? She is of course not our mate, but I am already in love with all her perfections. Why would we fail to respect pledges made to someone so wise, kind and impeccably beautiful. "A blood promise will bind us to the vows of our marriage, forever. Divorcing her won't be an option." Conrad points, worry in his voice. "Why do we need that option? We will be married to the most virtuous woman. She is the one likely to divorce us when she finds her true mate." Fenris argues.I agree with him. The blood promise doesn't work one way. It will bind her to us as well. So she will be stuck in our marriage forever, even if she meets her mate at some point. "The blood promise will work to our advantage, I suggest we accept it." I say. Fenris nods in agreement. But Conrad keeps a contemplative expression. "I feel that it's unwise to rush in
Keira's PovI sit alone in small space of our servant quarters, trying to focus in the contents of the book in hand. Princess Lyna didn't invite me to her grand wedding like she invited Helen and Lisa, she in fact ordered me to stay far away from the banquet hall and out of sight of all guests. Not that I had any desire to watch her and my mates wed. I may have made the decision to let go of them, but watching them make those eternal promises I suggested would still hurt. I at least got some new books from Michael. But I still cannot focus on what's written inside. My stomach churns painfully from the irresistible, glim thoughts occupying my mind. I can hear the gentle, celebratory tunes being played by most skilled musicians in the banquet hall. The cheerful voices of the arriving guests floats into the room through the window. I rise and make my way to the glass window. Lines of noble, elegantly dressed guests walk down the paved paths leading to the next palace building. I sp
Keira's Pov"Both your father and your friends are fine. They just had a meal and are now resting. We let them out of the cells in the basement after realising that it wasn't you that ordered their ," Fenris the honestly. "Arina ordered their imprisonment?" I ask in a furious tone. You yup"They attacked her and she demanded that they be locked up," he answers. "We did notice that the prideful decision was unlike you. We thought that you would ask for their release after calming down. But you went for our bodies instead."I would snap that witch's neck if she had not escaped. "If my actions are unlike my character again, lock me up intil you're sure it's me," I order. "Last time we were all together you were afraid of our touch, now you're not. Should we lock you up until we are sure it's you, your majesty?" Conrad asks teasingly while invading my space once more."I should have both of you punished for even imagining you can do that," I respond calmlyBoth him and Fenris chuckle,
Keira PovAlluring scents fill my nostrils as my mind reawakens. It's been days since the last time I inhaled those scents. Back when our mate bond existed. So this must be a dream. I briefly struggle to get my eyes open. A pair of soft lips kisses mine just as my eyes finally blink open. "Told you she just needed our close touch," Garren says after pulling back. "She has woken," he anounces and two more beautiful faces gather next to him, staring down at me with happy smiles.It's not a dream, our mate bond is back. Probably because of the shaman's death. We didn't get to celebrate our marriage, and after getting nearly killed I finally realised how fragile everything in life is. I was too focused on winning battles that I forgot to enjoy my relationship with my gorgeous mates.Arina's attack awakened the part of me that desired pleasant things again. Because I learned that anything can be taken away easily and all that will be left is regret. Because I didn't allow myself time to
Conrad's PovIf I had known this is what would happen I would not have allowed Keira to be part of this fight. She almost lost her life and will probably take days if not weeks to recover from the injuries. Not even our mate bond is present to help her heal faster."Where is her father?" I ask my brothers. It's obvious they do not want to talk about that. A thing that worries me because they were under Shaman's spell. "When that witch and her father arrived Keira's father and her friends tried attacking them. Of course we thought the woman was Keira so we defended her," Garren answers. "You didn't kill them, did you?" I ask. "No. The witch demanded that they be punished and locked up. We let the soldiers do the dirty work since we did not want to be directly involved. We thought that she would regret the decision later," Fenris answers. I wonder how bad the punishment was because there is a chance that our mate's father will never forgive us. I understand that my brothers were und
Angel Fenris's Pov I should have killed that witch before she had the chance to use the darkstone. Problem is I wanted to have fun killing her slowly and using different unbearable ways. I wanted her to die screaming apologies to Keira."Where is my Father and Ezra?" our mate asks with a concerned expression despite the pain she must be feeling. The truth would infuriate her. We made terrible mistakes while under that witch's spell. Telling her where her father and friends are when we have hurt her so much would make her hate us. I made her mind hurt excruciatingly whilst thinking that she is the witch. I cannot give her more bad news. Conrad stares at us curiously. Of course he doesn't understand why we cannot talk about our mate's father right now. "You're losing blood. Let me remove the blade out of your hand so we can take you to the doctor," I say to our mate, avoiding answering the question about her father and friends. Garren holds her tighter as I pull the sharp blade out o
Angel Garren's PovKeira would never ask us to kill our own brother, regardless of the fact that he is under the control of a wicked witch. Our mate was of pure heart. She would never demand the murder of someone that is not under control of his mind. I used to think that no other woman can have Keira's face, but our brother's witch looked and sounded exactly like her. We would have been fooled as well if Keira had not already found a way to restore our mate bond. But I am shocked that she is now demanding for Conrad's death like she never loved him.One of the pretentious guards that Conrad came in with takes off her helmet and just like the first time I am baffled by how much the witch resembles our mate."Kill me instead! I am the witch that is controlling his mind," she says. She is that selfless? Or is it a trick to make us believe that she is the true Keira?"You stupid bitch! You will die today!" our mate screams like she has suddenly lost her mind.She picks up the sword tha
Keira's Pov"I must ask that you do not tell your brothers that I am not Keira. Unlike you they seem to care for that pathetic human and won't like me if they realise that I am not her," Arina tells Conrad as we follow her and her father inside the palace. "Of course I won't tell them if you don't want me to," Conrad assures. "The guards behind used to be close friends of mine. Allow them to come with us," he requests and Arina simply nods. Guess she is so eager to have him as well that she is not allowing her mind to have suspicion. My other two husbands rise from the soft couches of the palace parlour as soon as we walk in through the door. They both step forward to hug Conrad."Welcome back, brother. Where did you get lost to?" Garren asks in a voice filled with concern. Arina makes her way to Fenris and wraps her hands around his waist. He embraces her back, rubbing her back gently and kissing her on the lips. She smiles in comfort."You first tell me what happened the day I l
Keira's Pov"Your plan worked, your majesty. Arina and her father believed that King Conrad turned against you and wishes to have a mate bond with her," Allen gladly informs. We smile in relief as we are now halfway into getting rid of the vixen and her foolish father. As long as the mate bond between her and my other two husbands is broken getting them to recognise who the real Keira is won't be as hard as the first time. According to the text I read about the identity spell, Arina must carry my blood everywhere she goes or my mates will discover that she is not me. Her father was left with only a few drops after suspending my mate bond with the angel kings before I returned to Lunacrest. Arina will only have a little of that blood as her father must have used some to lift my mate bond with my husbands again. Finding the tiny amount of the blood she is carrying will be hard but not impossible. "Did she mix the blood?" Conrad asks. "She asked that you return to the palace, your ma
Keira's PovAngel Conrad's hand and pen hovers over the tiny parchment."What do you think I should write?" he asks, looking furious that he has to do this. Of course penning a love letter to our enemy is not just hard but disgusting as well. But it seems to me like it's the only way we can get her to mix her blood with Luther's. Once the fake mate bond between her and my other husbands is broken then we won't have to fight them to get to her or her father."We must make her believe that your thoughts and feelings are genuine. You must confess a good reason why you're choosing to betray me. Tell her that I am a weak human that never deserved to be the queen of your great kingdom," I suggest."That's not true. You're the smartest and strongest woman our kingdom has ever seen. Not even our mother was as fierce as you're," my husband differs. "The point is to make her believe without doubt that you hate me. The truth doesn't matter," I answer. "Still it disgusts me to write such lies
Keira's PovI read the text titled, "The Identity Spell," frowning at it's weird content. "To steal a person's identity one needs the blood of their victim as well as an object belonging to those that they wish to fool. The enchantment must be done by a powerful sorcerer," I read out loud so that Angel Conrad and the alpha can hear. The rest of the text include strange words that should be uttered during the casting of the spell. How did they get items belonging to my mates to cast the spell? "The Shaman already had my blood, but not anything belonging to you," I tell Conrad. "Maybe we should search the place some more. You never know," Luther says. He summons five more loyal servants to help us. Good thing everyone is eager to please an angel king .The servants excitedly search the house for several hours, bringing anything suspicious to King Conrad. "I found these in Aria's closet, your majesty," one of the servants proudly reports while holding out three scarfs made of sea si