LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
Keira arched beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair as his lips traced a path down her throat to the swell of her breasts above the corset. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from her lips."Alexei," she breathed, her body already responding to his heat.His fingers
Hours later, after the reception and formal photos were at an end, Keira and Alexei finally escaped to the royal suite that would now be theirs. The palace staff had transformed it for their wedding night, filling the rooms with candles and flowers. Keira was sure Elena had made sure it was perfect.
An elegantly scripted invitation arrived three days later, hand-delivered by a royal messenger. Amelia stared at the thick cream envelope, the royal crest embossed in gold on its surface."Another one?" her grandfather asked, watching her from his favorite armchair in the study."Yes." Amelia broke
"It's time," Sutton said, lifting the dress carefully. "Let's make you a princess."The palace chapel gleamed with candles on stands; every window was ancient stained glass. Flowers, white lilies were on every surface.Standing in the antechamber, Keira took a deep breath, smoothing the front of her







