By admin Prince Fenric had deliberately concealed my true identity. No doubt they merely assumed I was
somehow connected to the future queen. That misunderstanding played in my favor–for now.
Fenric simply nodded, voice low.
“Whatever you want. As long as you stay by my side.”
He held me as if he could keep me safe by sheer force of will. As if letting go would shatter
something between us. Then, unable to resist, he kissed me–slow and reverent–his hand trailing
down my arm.
“My lord… I’m still recovering,” I said softly. “Don’t tempt fate with your impatience.”
He laughed, low and warm. “Then heal quickly. Because once you do, I won’t ask permission.”
Over the next few days, aside from attending royal briefings and receiving His Majesty’s final counsel, Fenric barely left my side.
He found every excuse to stay near–taking over from the physician when he thought the man too
careless, insisting on tending my wounds himself. Even Princess Elizabeth teased that he seemed
far more devoted to my bedside than to the royal court–or to his own mother, for that matter.
By the third day, the wounds had scabbed over, and I could finally stand on my own.
That morning, the King announced his abdication. Fenric, as heir, was crowned before the full
court.
And I, in ceremonial dress, was crowned Queen of Ebonhold at his side.
It was the moment I had waited for. But as I stood atop the dais, no one saw my face clearly. The veil covered everything.
That evening, Fenric hosted a banquet for the highborn.
When the feast ended, he invited Lord Everett Ashford, Lady Ashford, and the noblewomen who had
taken part in humiliating me just days ago to join him in a private drawing room.
He called it a casual gathering for wine and conversation.
They followed without hesitation, flattered by the personal attention–some even whispering that a title or favor might be coming their way.
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They were wrong.
The moment they entered, Fenric turned cold.
“I’ve reviewed what happened the night before the coronation,” Fenric said, his tone cold and
measured. “And only then did I realize just how cruel and disgraceful your actions were. Tell me- what made you think you could get away with it?”
His gaze landed first on Lord Everett Ashford.
“Well, Lord Ashford?” His voice sharpened. “Do explain.”
Everett sank to his knees in panic, mouth opening and closing, unable to form a word.
The others finally understood–this wasn’t a reward, but a reckoning.
One by one, they dropped to the floor, some shaking so violently they couldn’t stay upright.
Fenric’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “Cat got your tongue?”
Everett stammered at last. “We–we thought she was impersonating the future queen. We feared she meant to deceive Your Grace and meant to bring her before you for judgment. When she resisted… we were forced to act.”
“Oh, were you?”
Everett broke into a sweat. He couldn’t believe the Queen’s so–called friend had such power- enough to enrage the King on the
saved Fenric’s life.
Wowy night of his coronation. He even began to suspect I had once
Lillian, kneeling nearby, was all weeping.
“Your Majesty, please,” she cried, tren zentan
“Lady Eleanor was once betrothed to Lord Ashford-
her sudden disappearance brought shame and whispers to both our families. When she returned
and spoke so boldly at the banquet, we feared she might be… unwell.”
“We only wished to spare Your Majesty’s court from scandal. That was all. If we overstepped–it
was never meant as disrespect.”
She sobbed harder. “We were only trying to spare her harsher punishment. If there’s fault, I beg
you–punish me.”
Fenric’s lips curled into a slow, humorless smile. He said nothing.
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The silence was worse than a scream.
Lillian, usually so good at playing the victim, felt her stomach twist with dread. Her tears had never failed before. But this time, the King didn’t even flinch.
Biting her lip, she crawled forward a few paces, skirts dragging. “Please, Your Majesty… I was foolish. I shouldn’t have acted in such haste. If you must strike us down, so be it. Just… don’t be
angry with us.”
“Your Majesty, please have mercy,” the others echoed.
Fenric let out a long sigh, irritated.
“Lady Ashford,” he said slowly,