All Chapters of The crowns bargain : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The council chamber was cavernous, its stone walls adorned with banners bearing the crest of Arindale—a golden falcon soaring against a crimson backdrop. Emilia’s footsteps echoed as she entered, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her. The chamber was already alive with voices, nobles and advisors engaged in animated conversation. At the far end of the long table sat Kael, the man who was now her husband in all but ceremony. He exuded a quiet authority, his broad shoulders framed by a dark military coat. His raven-black hair was neatly combed, and his sharp gray eyes assessed everyone in the room with a penetrating gaze. Emilia swallowed hard, her nerves intensifying as she approached him. The room quieted as she entered, all eyes turning toward her. She felt the weight of their scrutiny and lifted her chin, forcing herself to meet their gazes with composure. Kael rose from his seat, his expression neutral as he inclined his head. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice deep and

—————————————————————————————The pale light of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes, bathing the bedchamber in a muted glow. Emilia stirred, her hazel eyes fluttering open. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was. The grand canopy bed, the gilded furniture, the lingering scent of roses—it all felt foreign. Then, like a tidal wave, the events of the previous day came crashing back: the wedding, the council, the long and tense silence of the night. The space beside her was empty, the sheets cold. Kael had already left, though she couldn’t say she was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to linger—not after the strained distance they had maintained. Emilia sighed, sitting up and pulling the blankets around her shoulders. The room was silent except for the faint crackle of the dying fire in the hearth. She glanced toward the door, her nerves already prickling at the thought of what lay ahead. This was her life now—a series of unknowns in a foreign castle

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 tha