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CHAPTER SIX: a letter from home

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The morning sun bathed Emilia’s chambers in golden light, its warmth a small comfort as she sat at the edge of her writing desk. Betty had just handed her a sealed envelope, the familiar crest of her family pressed into the wax.

Her breath hitched as she broke the seal, unfolding the parchment with care. Her mother’s elegant handwriting filled the page, each word carrying the weight of the distance between them.

My Dearest Emilia,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. The palace feels emptier without your presence, though your father would never admit it. I miss the sound of your laughter echoing through these halls, and more than anything, I miss you.

Emilia’s fingers brushed over the words, her chest tightening.

I wish I could say I’ve found answers about your sister’s disappearance, but the truth is, we remain in the dark. Every day, I pray for her safety and her return. I know you’ve taken on a great burden in her place. I cannot express how sorry I am that I was unable to stop this marriage arrangement from falling to you.

Her vision blurred as her mother’s heartfelt words continued:

You have always been stronger than you realize, Emilia. You have a heart that can weather any storm, and I know you will find your place in your new life. Do not lose yourself in their world. Be the light I know you are. Remember that we are here, waiting for the day when we can all be together again.

With all my love,

Mother

Emilia closed her eyes, clutching the letter to her chest. Her mother’s words were both a balm and a reminder of the sacrifices she had made. A surge of resolve filled her as she tucked the letter away.

She rose to her feet, determination sharpening her features. If she was to navigate this unfamiliar world, she would do so with grace and strength. Today, she would make an impression.. not just for herself, but for the family she’d left behind.

The violet gown Betty had prepared draped elegantly over her slender frame, its soft fabric accentuating her curves without appearing ostentatious. The color mirrored Kael’s favorite shade, a subtle nod to her growing desire to understand him.

When Kael entered the sitting room where she waited, his steps faltered briefly. His storm-gray eyes swept over her, lingering just long enough to send a faint flush to her cheeks.

“You’re ready,” he said, his tone measured but carrying an undercurrent of approval.

“I thought it appropriate to dress for the occasion,” Emilia replied with a small smile.

Kael gave a slight nod, his expression softening. “You’ve done so beautifully.”

The faint compliment sent a ripple of warmth through her.

The walk to the main hall was uneventful until they were greeted by the second prince, Dorian. His broad shoulders and confident stride spoke of his prowess on the battlefield, but it was his easy smile that set him apart.

“Brother,” Dorian called, his voice warm as he approached. His attention quickly turned to Emilia, his gaze appraising but respectful. “And you must be my new sister-in-law. Emilia, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she replied, dipping into a polite curtsy. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Your Highness.”

“Dorian will do just fine,” he said with a wink. “You’re family now, after all.”

His charm was disarming, a stark contrast to Kael’s more reserved demeanor. The two brothers exchanged a glance, their unspoken bond evident despite their differences.

“I hope Kael has been treating you well,” Dorian continued, a teasing edge to his tone. “He can be a bit… rigid.”

“Dorian,” Kael interjected, his voice firm but devoid of irritation.

Emilia suppressed a smile. “He’s been kind,” she said diplomatically.

“Well, if he ever isn’t, you know where to find me,” Dorian said, grinning.

The audience with the king was a far more somber affair. Emilia’s heart pounded as they entered the grand chamber, the weight of the monarch’s gaze settling heavily on her.

King Aldric sat on his gilded throne, his presence as imposing as she remembered. His sharp eyes assessed her, and for a fleeting moment, Emilia wondered if she’d pass whatever silent test he was conducting.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, bowing low.

“Rise,” he commanded, his voice deep and commanding. As she straightened, his gaze lingered on her with a faint hint of approval. “You seem to be adapting well to your new role.”

“I am doing my best, Your Majesty,” Emilia replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

Kael stood by her side, his silent support a source of reassurance. As the conversation shifted to matters of the kingdom, Emilia listened intently, noting the subtle dynamics between the king and his sons.

By the time they left the chamber, Emilia felt as though she’d passed a significant milestone. Kael’s expression was unreadable, but there was a quiet pride in the way he held himself.

“You handled that well,” he said as they walked.

“Thank you,” Emilia replied, glancing at him. “I only hope to meet your family’s expectations.”

“You’ve done more than that,” Kael said, his tone softer than she expected. “You’ve exceeded them.”

Her heart swelled at the unexpected praise, a small smile tugging at her lips. Perhaps, there was hope for them after all .. she thought...

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