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Chapter 18: THE DIARY

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 20:51:21

ELENA’S POV

My fingers trembled slightly against the yellowed parchment, though the void inside my chest remained as still and unforgiving as ice. I read the frantic cursive, my gaze piercing through the ink of a paranoid tyrant.

Entry 412: The Eastern scouts confirmed the last royal female escaped the palace fire. She has fled west toward my borders, carrying the newborn heir. If the High Council discovers the child lives, my claim to the Western crown will be voided.

Entry 415: The female
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