All Chapters of The Forbidden Crown : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was a day Elen had dreamed of for so long. Tomorrow, Prince Addison would finally claim the throne, and she could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of leaving the Duke of Windsor's house and breaking free from their suffocating manipulation. She yearned to be with her beloved prince, to finally breathe in the liberation she so desperately craved."Elen, can you make it a little faster?" Chiara said, her words laced with a mocking smile.Chiara, the Duke of Windsor's only daughter, had always been treated with favoritism. Elen had once wished for the warm embrace of a family, but instead endured their cruel taunts and insincere kindness. Yet today, her heart raced with the anticipation of a new beginning."Yes, sister," Elen responded, quickly weaving her hair into a braid. She adorned herself in a simple purple gown, the fabric whispering of her anticipation as she readied herself to celebrate the ascension of her beloved Prince Addison.Upon stepping outside her room, E

The atmosphere in the prison was thick with despair, the heavy air suffused with the stench of hopelessness. Lucas could feel the biting chill of the chains that bound his wrists, a constant weight dragging him down in the confines of his cell. His body ached with the wounds of battle, but it was the ache in his heart that weighed him down the most.As he surveyed the dim and damp surroundings, he saw the fear etched on the faces of his fellow prisoners. Their eyes held stories of shattered dreams and broken spirits. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls, creating an ominous atmosphere that seemed to reflect Lucas's own sense of foreboding.Amidst the suffocating darkness, a voice shattered the silence like a desperate plea for salvation. "I didn't poison her!" The words hung heavy in the air, infused with the raw emotion of desperation and sorrow.Lucas's menacing voice sliced through the heavy atmosphere, his words a grim declaration that echoed with an o

"Elen, wake up,” Lorie’s voice pierced through the haze of Elen’s consciousness, pulling her back from the clutches of a deep slumber. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to focus, the familiar contours of Lorie’s concerned face coming into view. “Elen, wake up or else the dean will scold you,” Lorie persisted, her voice tinged with urgency. Groaning softly, Elen tried to shake off the remnants of sleep, her mind still clouded with confusion. “Lorie?” she muttered, her voice faint and laden with disbelief. “Is this the afterlife?” she murmured, barely audible even to herself, the weight of such a thought bearing down on her. Pinching her own arm, she recoiled at the searing pain that shot through her, grounding her firmly in the present. “What are you saying? Afterlife? Do you have a fever again?” Lorie’s worried tone cut through Elen’s thoughts, the concern evident in her eyes. “You had a high fever last night, I was scared to death,” Lorie continued, her words laced with anxiet

They reached the grand house of the duke of Adelstein at three pm. As Elen looked out of the carriage window, she saw a line of people waiting at the front door to welcome the grand duke. The butler and head maid stood at the front with eager expressions. When the duke stepped out of the carriage, instead of leaving, he opened the door and glanced at Elen. It was as if he was silently telling her to join them. Nervously, she revealed herself to the crowd, her heart racing. The onlookers, especially the old butler, appeared shocked by her presence. “Grand Duke?” the old butler called out, seemingly in disbelief. Feeling uneasy under their gazes, Elen quickly moved to stand behind the duke. “Don’t frighten the child. Mathilda, assist her to the library,” the grand duke instructed, removing his coat. “Butler, come with me.” With that, he left Elen in the midst of the others. The kind head maid approached Elen and showed her to the library. Though they h

Early in the morning, the gentle sound of footsteps heralded the arrival of the maids entering Elen's luxurious chamber. Upon noticing her engaged in tidying her bed and preparing for her morning ritual, they quickly rushed to her, halting her in her tracks."Lady!" Rami's voice resonated through the room, causing Elen to startle and turn to them with wide eyes, visibly taken aback by the unexpected interruption."What's wrong?" Elen’s voice held a mixture of confusion and nervousness, as she wondered if she had somehow erred in her actions."Lady, you don't need to concern yourself with tidying your room. That's our responsibility. And if you require assistance with your morning ablutions, simply summon us. We are here to serve you," Rora spoke with kindness, her warm smile radiating an air of reassurance as they efficiently assisted in setting her bed in order."But I'm not a child," Elen objected, her feeble protest lingering in the air, only to be met by the maids' laughter, their