Caspian’s pov
It was definitely not the kind of morning I’d hoped for. Rebellions brewed on the border, claiming allegiance to Arabella, while Aeris lay feverish from the burden of the kingdom’s affairs. Everything felt on edge, like the smallest spark would ignite a wildfire of chaos.
The ministers gathered around the table, their tension palpable, buzzing through the room like a hive about to burst. We had built a wall strong enough to keep out invaders, but even the strongest fortresses had cracks—cracks filled with traitors, rats gnawing away at the very core.
“I can’t believe Lady Arabella would stoop so low,” one of the ministers, Lady Helena, spoke abruptly, her voice dripping with disdain.
“To be honest, I’m not surprised,” James, one of the more vocal ministers, leaned forward
