Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

r and opens it slightly. Elara slips inside, her eyes wide with f

overheard some of the guards talking," she whispers, "They're saying

whisper, "It's Lady Isabella's former maid, Sophia.

, followed by the sound of shouting and footsteps.

in them, "It seems the situation has escalate

nd, and they make a run for the door, the so

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try. She pushes it open, revealing a narrow stairway that descends

h nods, and they begin their descent, the air growing colder with each st

Niamh forward. They move swiftly through the passage, the sounds of pursuit growin

ows. It's Cassius, his eyes scanning th

Elara's grip on her hand remains firm, an

produces a key and unlocks it, revealing a narrow tunnel that stretches int

y, they emerge into a small, cozy cottage nestled in the heart of a dense

rmth. Niamh's gaze roams the cottage, taking in the si

mh, "We need to talk," he says, his voice low

s' words hang in the air. She feels like she's

e he has something he's hiding from you," Niamh's eyes flash with defensiveness, "I m

le. For a moment, Niamh thinks she sees a flicker of somet

nd on the dagger at her waist, "Enough," she says

' head snaps up, his eyes narrowing, "Expecting someone?" Niamh asks, her

ide, hood up and face obscured. Niamh's instincts scream warning as the figure

woman with piercingshe blue eyes and raven-black hair, dresse

ng on Cassius, "I see you're still entangled with the royal family," she says,

rn you, Cassius. The king's men are closing

e dagger at her waist, "How do we know we

u don't," she says, "But you don't have a choice, eith

he tension between them, a complicated history that she can't quite

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barely above a whisper. Aria's smile glints

kes her heart skip a beat, "Wait," Aria whi

as Ronan steps into the moonlight, "Ronan?" she breathes, stunned. Ronan's gaze swe

re what to do. But as she looks at Ronan, she sees something in his eyes that gives her hope. May

d. Together, they turn to leave, but not before Niamh catches a glimpse of

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nlight Kingdom, enters the room with a gentle curtsy, "Your Highness, I trust you're well?" Yivanne asks,

me here, Your Highness. He requested my presence to attend to y

ot privy to his thoughts, Your Highness, but I

I'd like to take a walk in the Castle," she hadn't intended to speak, but the

gruffly, his tone laced with suspicion. Niamh shrugged, trying to appe

hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes, "

pressive, yet she sensed a hidden tensi

ling. Ronan's grip closed around her waist, but he was too late. She

ngle, "It hurts!" she exclaimed, clutching at her leg, "Foolish thought," he

hange, but his voice took on a slightly sharper edge, "I'm not your maid. You're lucky I'm here to help you," Niamh's retort died on her lips; R

away, "Be still," Ronan ordered, his voice firm but his eyes glint