CamilaWhen we reached Ronanâs roomâthe one where I had stayed last timeâI paused. Memories of the past flooded back, threatening to spill over. I pointed at the door but didnât dare step inside. I couldnât let myself fall apart, not now, not in front of them. There was only so much I could take before I completely broke down. The uncertainty of everything weighed heavily on me, and all I could do was keep hoping, praying that he was okay, and that he would return soon, safe and sound.The rooms were set up to be shared. Master Sergey and Madam Melania took Ronanâs room, and my mother and I were to stay in Katyaâs room with her.Master Dimitriâs room was close to the surveillance room. The room was small and cosy, with soft lighting that made it feel almost comforting despite everything. And yet, as I glanced around, I couldnât help but wonder what could happen in the cosy, homely space.My thoughts drifted wondering what if my mother would end up in this room with Master Dimitry event
RonanWe were led out of the room by Erin, who made sure we were given regular clothes to wear. I could feel the tension in the air as some of the soldiers looked at us with suspicion and caution.It wasnât surprisingâmost of them were Belvarian, and we were Jorvikians. Our nations had been at war for so long that mistrust was almost a reflex. But I didnât care about any of that right now. All I wanted was to figure out if what they told my brother was true. Did they really have good intentions, or were they just using him for their own agenda?Although Erin claimed theyâd let him go on their own, a nagging thought refused to leave me alone. What if they were the ones responsible for Gastonâs death? What if they killed him just to convince my brother how evil our government was? The thought made my chest tighten with anxiety. Maybe I was letting my imagination run wild. Maybe it was just my fear and paranoia talking. Either way, I had to keep it together. All I could do now was wait an
RonanWe exited the building and climbed into a modest transport vehicle, setting off towards town. We were in a small city nestled within a different part of Neraniaâa country that shared its border with war-torn Kavistan. This region had borne the scars of the Kavistani war, but now, against all odds, people were starting to rebuild their lives. It was a quiet place, almost forgotten by the rest of the world. A place where eyes no longer lingered. Perfect for the resistance to go unnoticed.As we drove, I realized just how untouched this place was by the chaos outside. There were no checkpoints, no military presenceâjust ordinary people trying to live ordinary lives among the ruins of what once was. The buildings were crumbling in some places, the streets cracked and uneven. Yet, despite the devastation, I could see glimpses of resilience. People were walking, chatting, tending to small shops that had somehow survived, or carrying supplies back to what remained of their homes. It was
RonanJosephâs gaze swept over the room, lingering on the little details that made it feel so lived-in and loved. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head.âErin wonât be returning to Jorvik,â he said quietly, more to himself than to me. âHeâs happy here.âI nodded, feeling the same pang of realisation Iâd had earlier. âI thought as much, too,â I murmured.He turned to look at me, his brow furrowed. âDo you think we can trust these people?â he asked, his voice low and cautious.I didnât answer right away. Instead, I took a deep breath and met his gaze. âI trust Erin,â I said simply.Joseph shook his head, a look of concern clouding his features. âHe isnât the same Erin, Ronan. Be careful,â he warned softly.I nodded, acknowledging the truth of his words. âNeither am I, Joseph. None of us are the same people we used to be. People change. Itâs part of who we are,â I said, glancing around the room again. Every corner, every detail seemed to whisper of Erinâs new life hereâa life heâd bui
RonanThe picture Erin had shown me of Olivia hadnât come close to capturing her true beauty or presence. Standing here now, I could see that she was more than just a pretty faceâthere was a calm grace about her, a gentleness that reminded me a little of Camila.Her eyes were warm and kind, and when she smiled, it felt like the entire room lit up. But what really surprised me was the soft curve of her belly. Olivia was pregnant. I glanced at Erin, wondering why he hadnât mentioned it earlier.âCongratulations,â I said, the words coming out softly as I tried to process this new piece of information.Erinâs face lit up with a joy I hadnât seen in him for years. âI never thought Iâd be a father before you, Ronan,â he said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with pride.I bit back a response, my chest tightening. He didnât know. How could he? I already had a daughter, a beautiful little girl who would be celebrating her birthday next weekâa day Iâd be missing because of all of this. Becaus
RonanJoseph and I exchanged a look, the gravity of the situation sinking in. There were no more doubts now. Erin wasnât lyingâhe was telling the truth. He wasnât just my brother here; he was our only ally in a place where trust was a rare commodity.âSee?â Joseph said, holding the chip between his fingers. âThis is what a normal radio chip looks like,â he continued, showing me the piece that Erin had given us. âI thought the ones we had were an upgraded model. Guess I was wrong.âErin let out a dry laugh. âIt was an upgrade, alrightâjust not the kind you were expecting. It recorded everything and transmitted it straight back to the base.â He shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice, like it was all one big cosmic joke. âWho knows how much they already know?âI clenched my jaw, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. How could we have been so naÃŊve? Everything weâd said, every strategy weâd discussed, every personal momentâit had all been laid bare for them.âWell,â Joseph said
RonanâSo, youâre seeing someone?â Erin asked, his gaze fixed on me. I felt the urge to change the topic, my words almost forming on my lips. But before I could say anything, his phone buzzed sharply. He glanced at it and answered immediately, his voice steady and low. He didnât leave or excuse himself, though; he stayed right there, barely a foot away, as if he didnât want me to feel shut out.That was Erin. He was never secretive around me, not since we were kids. I could still see the shadow of that little boy Iâd grown up with, always looking up to me for answers and direction, always leaning on me. Time had passed, and life had changed us both, but one thing was still the sameâhe trusted me completely. And in that moment, as I watched him take that call, his face shifting through a mix of emotions, I realised I trusted him too.But could I be sure he was trusting the right people?âAre you sure?â he asked the person on the other end of the line, his tone suddenly grave. His expres
RonanErinâs words hit me like a hammer, and I watched the pain flicker across his face, the shadows of his past clawing at him again.âThe Kavistani are in on this,â he continued, his voice strained. âWhich meansâĶ our head of state isnât safe, Row.â He looked at me, eyes searching, but I couldnât focus. His words floated in the air, distant and muffled, as a single thought consumed me: My parents. My daughter. Camila and Glenda.What if they didnât leave of their own free will? What if they were taken?âWhat if they took them?â I asked aloud, my voice raw. Panic tightened its grip on me, and my mind spun in chaotic circles. What if everything was staged to look like a disappearance, a strategic move to sever any connections I had?âFrederick is already on it,â Erin replied softly, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. âWeâll know more once we get back to the base.âI nodded, but the anxiety gnawing at me wouldnât let go. âMissing. All of themâ. My family, my friendsâjust gone.âBe
RonanThe rest of the day unfolded like a dream. The blending of cultures at the reception created an electric atmosphere, with traditional music, dancing, and customs from both Jorvik and Belvaria.People laughed, cheered, and toasted together, the joy in the air bringing everyone closer in a way I hadnât seen before.The food was exquisiteâlavish dishes from both sides, served alongside sweets that melted in your mouth. I glanced around, noticing a few of the usual snobbish Jorvikians clinging to old prejudices, but their aloofness felt like a remnant of a fading past. The world was changing, and today was proof that we were moving forward.As the day finally wound down, my heart quickened, knowing Iâd soon take Camila home with me for the first time as my wife.My motherâs eyes were misty with tears as we prepared to leave. I knew the real reason she was so sentimental had little to do with the wedding itself.Sheâd gotten used to Camila and Glenda living at home, filling her table
RonanThese words were my truth, my heartâs deepest promises, and I meant to honour them, no matter what life might bring our way.The hall was filled with the soft sounds of sniffles and quiet sighs; I could feel the weight of emotion in the air. But in that moment, I was aware only of Camila. My vow, my promises, were for her and her alone.Camila took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and I could see the shy nerves flickering in her expression. She hesitated just a moment, and then began, her voice steady but filled with emotion.âRonan,â she said softly, her voice warming as she spoke, âwords canât fully capture what I feel, but Iâll do my best.â A gentle chuckle rippled through the crowd, lightening the moment, and she smiled at me with a look that made my heart race.âYou made me feel at home when I didnât have a home,â she continued, her voice thick with sincerity. âBecause of you, Iâve known joy, dignity, and freedomâeven though society didnât think I was worthy of those
RonanThe music began softly, and I stood at full attention, my heart pounding as I focused on the door where Camila would soon appear.I felt a mix of nerves and anticipation I hadnât expected, my eyes lingering on that entrance, hoping each passing second would bring her closer. But first came the bridesmaids, one by one, entering gracefully.Olivia led the way, her figure heavily pregnant but glowing, followed by Stephanie, Ashley, and two Belvarian women who looked like relatives of Camila. Though I hadnât met them before, their familial resemblance to Camila was subtleâa trace here, a gesture there.Then, my little Katya appeared, a tiny vision holding a small basket of flowers. My heart melted as she toddled down the aisle, her big eyes wide with wonder. For a one-year-old, she was doing exceptionally well, capturing the hearts of everyone as she made her way forward.But then, as her gaze found mine, she lit up and shouted, âDada!â I couldnât help but laugh, joy filling me as s
RonanThe day I had dreamed of for so long had finally arrivedâmy wedding day. As tradition demanded, I couldnât spend the night with my bride, so I stayed at my house with Marc, Joseph, Erin and Ashton. Lying awake that morning, memories flooded my mind, filling me with emotions I hadnât felt in a long time. I remembered a different night, a night that haunted me and almost changed everything.That time, Iâd been betrayed, drugged, and left in a haze by people Iâd thought I could trustâpeople like Abel and Mira, whose influence had threatened to destroy my happiness. But not this time. This time, it was just my brother my soon-to-be-in-law and my true friends and me, laughing and drinking, reliving those simpler days with nothing sinister lurking around the corner.For the first time, I felt completely in control, safe. I was grateful for that disastrous night from the past, because without it, I would never have crossed paths with Camila. Everything Iâd been through, all the pain an
CamilaTwo days before the wedding, Erin arrived with a heavily pregnant Olivia. I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to fly so far along in her pregnancy.Apparently, they had used a private jet, which explained the quick journey. My father had flown them all into Jorvik, bringing along his family, two lively ladies named Trisha and Lily, whom he said were our distant relatives. Along with them were Oliviaâs friends, Stephanie and Ashely, who couldn't stop gushing about their excitement to see Marc and Joseph again. Clearly, those two men had left quite the impression on them.Olivia was radiant, her happiness infectious. It was clear she was free-spirited, a stark contrast to the life of servitude I had known.I was grateful she had never had to experience that harsh existence. Madam Melania was particularly taken with Olivia, unable to stop admiring her striking red hair and vibrant green eyes.I could see the wheels turning in Madam Melaniaâs mind as she tried to charm Olivi
CamilaMy father returned to the villa that the head of state had prepared for him and his entourage. The wedding was just two weeks away, and he planned to leave briefly, returning with my family to attend the ceremony. I was excited at the thought of meeting them, especially with how well my motherâs relationship with Dimitri was progressing. Their bond seemed solid, unhindered by the past, and I was genuinely happy for them both.Ronan suggested we return to his house after the celebration, but Madam Melania was determined to keep us there. She pulled out all kinds of tricks to persuade us to stay, even pleading with my mother not to leave.However, Dimitri was firm in his decision to take her to Nerania, where he also planned to buy a house in Jorvik for them to stay. I understood his reasoning; Madam Melania often seemed to forget that we were no longer slaves, and a little distance might help her realise the changes in our lives.She wasnât malicious, but her subtle remindersâli
CamilaAs Erin and Ashton walked in alongside my father, I found myself standing up almost absently, my heart racing. Seeing him in person was a revelation; he looked so much better than he did on the screen.His eyes were soft and warm when they fell on me, as if he had just encountered an angel, and in that moment, I couldnât believe he was my father. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, filling me with a mix of joy and disbelief.I didnât want to waste any time; I was determined to avoid any awkwardness between us. With a surge of emotion, I rushed toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist, letting him know that there was no need for words. I felt him pause for just a heartbeat before he slowly wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, holding on tightly as if he were afraid I might slip away.âMy daughter, my daughter,â he said, his voice cracking with emotion. I could feel his pain radiating through his words, hear it tremble in the air between us. This moment was a
CamilaI was a bundle of nerves after the signing ceremony. My heart raced, each thump echoing in my ears like a drum. I knew Fredrick wouldn't waste any time seeking me out. Erin had mentioned how impatient he had been throughout the event, his excitement barely contained.As I thought about the man I was about to meet, I felt my stomach twist into knots. My mother appeared calm and composed, but I was anything but. Fredrick was my father, a man I had never seen before, someone I hadnât even known existed until now. The realisation weighed heavily on me. This was all so overwhelming, yet I understood it was something I had to confront.Once the signing ceremony ended, I slipped out of the living room and headed up to Ronan's room. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and calm my racing heart. I wasn't sure how I would react when I finally met Fredrick face-to-face or what I might say to him. I had only spoken to him once over the phone, which felt like a distant memory now. That w
RonanAs we celebrated, Ashton turned to Erin with a look of quiet amazement. âWhen my uncle told me the only way to achieve this was by working honestly with the Jorvikians, I didnât believe him,â he admitted. âBut I guess he was right all along.â Erin nodded, sharing the same sense of disbelief mixed with newfound hope. It truly felt like the dawn of a new era, and I was grateful beyond words to witness it, let alone be part of it.Just as we were toasting to freedom and the future, my fatherâs phone rang. He listened quietly, then looked over at me, his expression softening. âGregory has agreed to waive the death penalty in exchange for Lucasâs cooperation. Heâll be dismissed from the military and serve three years in prison. After that, heâll be a free man. This is the best deal we could secure for him.âI nodded, a feeling of respect and relief swelling up as I met my fatherâs gaze. âThank you, Father,â I said, my voice low but sincere. He returned a small smile, nodding back. Al