Love doesn’t always create happiness.
Sometimes… it creates enemies.
The morning after Seraphina saw Kael and me together, the palace no longer felt like a home.
It felt like a battlefield.
Only this time…
The weapons weren’t swords.
They were whispers.
As I walked through the palace corridor with Mira, every conversation suddenly stopped.
Servants lowered their heads.
Noblewomen exchanged knowing looks.
I heard my name more times than I could count.
“That’s her.”
“The King’s little Omega.”
“I heard she’s using witchcraft.”
“They say the King isn’t acting like himself.”
“She bewitched him.”
Each word landed like another stone on my heart.
Mira glanced at me nervously.
“Don’t listen to them.”
I forced a smile.
“I’m trying.”
But the truth was…
Their words still hurt.
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