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[caspianmaxson]

“ Have you actual ever been in love?” He boldly asked. This was his chance, the only one he was ever going to have.

“ Do you even actually have a single care of thought for her, or all of your obligations or so called feelings just some sort of loyalty to Edward. Is she some sort of prize or something you’re keeping in your back pocket until you need her.”

He slammed Caspians with questions, catching him in an unexpected audience.

I do not owe you an explanation,” he said coldly. “Not for my heart, not for my thoughts, and certainly not for my loyalties. I’ve been in love only twice in my life—and I assure you, both times were my own to choose. Not yours to question.”

Caspian continued, eyes narrowing.

“But let me offer you a piece of kingly advice before you’re escorted out of these gardens under guard: Butterflies are not always signs of beauty. Sometimes, they are warnings—bright, delicate signals fluttering in a storm you’re too foolish to see.”

He stepped forward, indignant. “You threaten—”

“No,” Caspian cut in sharply. “I warn. Stay away from Aurora. Speak her name again with accusation in your voice, and you’ll learn the difference between privilege and power.”

[caspianmaxson]

The moon bled silver across the marble terrace, casting shadows between the twisted vines of the royal garden. Prince Matteo stood at the threshold, the chill of night forgotten in the heat of his frustration.

She was there, as he knew she would be—Princess Aurora, cloaked in lavender silk, her gaze fixed not on him, but on the distant stars. Always looking elsewhere.

“Aurora,” he said, his voice too steady to be calm. “This is the third time I’ve asked. Three times, and still no answer. Am I to assume silence is your final gift?”

She turned slowly. Her eyes, that soft storm of twilight, met his. “You deserve an answer. Just… not yet.”He stepped closer, the gravel crunching beneath his boots. “Why not? We are no longer strangers playing courtly games. We’ve crossed battlefields together. We’ve kept each other’s secrets. Or so I thought.”

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the stone railing. He circled her then, studying the stiffness in her shoulders, the tension in her jaw. “You serve your cousin, the king, with a loyalty that borders on self-destruction. Why, Aurora? What binds you to him so tightly that you’d throw away your own happiness for his sake?”

She said nothing. He took her arm—not roughly, but firmly. “ Edward, told you to stay quiet?”.

Regret washed over her face, she regretted talking about him. She regretted the drunken nights of laying in the grass, telling him things.

His voice lowered, sharp now. “What happened in Paraiso?”

Her silence was the only answer.

He moved fast—grabbing her wrist. Not gently. Not cruelly. But with purpose.

“Answer me.”

She jerked back, but he didn’t release her.

“I’ve begged for truth. I’ve offered love. And all you give me is this ghost of a woman who won’t look me in the eyes.”

“I can’t, Matteo,” she snapped. “There are things I cannot say.”

“You will say them.”

She tried to pull away—his grip tightened.

“I said tell me!” His voice cracked into something raw, and when she twisted, desperate to escape, he caught her by the arms and shoved her back against the marble pillar. “What did you do in Paraiso that’s worth more than us?”

Tears spilled, sudden and fast. “I—”

“You owe me the truth, Aurora.”

Her breathing came sharp, chest rising and falling. “I took a life.”

Silence fell like a blade.

He stared at her.

“I stole a life in Paraiso,” she whispered. “A soul. An innocent. I—” She shook her head. “I can't say more. Please—”

“Who?” he demanded.

She hesitated too long.

His hand slammed against the stone beside her, making her flinch.

“WHO, AURORA?!”

“Samira!” she cried out. “I hurt Samira.”

The words echoed—sour, poisonous, irreversible.

Matteo stepped back as if struck. “ You killed her?”

She frantically waived her hands “ No, not like that. She’s alive.. I stole.. something from her.”

His hand trembled at his side. And then, with a blur of pain and rage, he slapped her.

Not hard enough to break her—just enough to shatter the last of her walls.

She gasped but did not cry out.

He staggered back, immediately horrified, breath catching. “I—Aurora…”

She pressed her hand to her cheek, but her eyes held only sorrow.

“I never wanted to hurt her. But I did. And I will carry it until the end of my days. I can’t go back, and I can’t let anyone here know what happened there. Caspian knows nothing, but he smelled the fear of me to know, I willingly will sell my life to stand next to him, because if he knew he would have sent me back “

Matteo said nothing. Just stared at her—heart broken, jaw clenched, hands shaking.

In the distance, a bell rang—soft and sorrowful.

@my-sensorium

( another Andy post.)

[caspianmaxson]

“ Sometimes, when my father looks at him. I can tell.. he’s the favorite. Chase, was given the freedom and luxury to grow up in the village, and was welcomed by Luca , during his training. Darius, haunt him of his mistakes. I cause him sorrow, because he remembers my mother. Chase, is the young man he hopes to succeed him. But the only thing Chase desires is to remain by my side. I’m the family, he wished for his whole life.”

[caspianmaxson]

It had been weeks since the challenge was set. Darius, Princess Shay, and their half-brother Chase — three heirs by blood, but only one would claim the legacy of their father. The Blackwood Isles, beautiful and brutal, were the proving ground.

There were no favors for age, no bias for bloodline, not even gender swayed the weight of the decision. All that mattered was worth. And their father’s silence made the stakes even more suffocating.

Shay had always been wary of Darius. Calculated, quiet, with eyes that saw more than he ever said. She’d watched him — how he studied the terrain, the people, her. He didn’t ask questions unless he already knew the answers. Between him and Chase, Shay knew Darius was the threat.

But Darius had noticed too.

One evening, as the sun bled into the dark waters, Darius confronted her beneath the twisted old tree that grew between the cliffs.

“You and Chase,” he said. “You’re always together. Walking. Eating. Whispering. It’s not just the challenge anymore, is it?”

Shay didn’t flinch. “Friendships haven’t come easy for me,” she replied, arms crossed. “He listens. That’s rare.”

Darius nodded slowly, not unkindly. “I’m not after the crown, Shay. I don’t want it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And I don’t believe you.”

A beat of silence passed between them — centuries of mistrust coiled in that moment.

“You don’t have to believe me,” Darius finally said. “But I didn’t come here to play games. I came to survive.”

Shay turned, walking back toward the fading firelight of their camp. “We all came to survive,” she called over her shoulder. “Only one of us leaves as heir.”

[caspianmaxson]

Teagan didn’t flinch when his hands gripped her arms— this felt like an illusory, but she didn’t pull back, even when his words tried to cut her off from whatever remained between them. She explained her absence, a certain dragon that kept her like a personal prize.

“You are well?” He said it quietly. He almost hated himself for asking that in all honesty.

Teagan didn’t answer at first. She watched the split wood steam in the cold air, the sound of the thud still hanging in her ears. Her arms were crossed, as he returned to cutting the wood, not out of defiance—just something to hold onto.

“I’m breathing,” she said finally, voice low. “That’s more than I expected today.”

The only time happiness ever ran across her lips, was when she was blissfully married to him. How the years, and time robbed them of joy.

[caspianmaxson]

It has been four months since Charles stood pacing outside the birthing room, the weight of love and dread battling in his chest. Each step echoed the anxiety of a man who has known both glory and grief—but nothing had prepared him for the moment the doctor emerged, eyes downcast, mourning written in his silence.

Charles' heart nearly stopped. Panic surged. Had something happened to Olivia?But no—the truth was something altogether gentler, something almost humorous in its cruelty to his expectations.

"A daughter," the doctor said at last.

Just that. Another daughter. Charles exhaled in stunned disbelief, then laughed—a raw, weary laugh that only a man who’s danced so closely with fear could understand. They named her Sabrina, and she is already the light that softens the darker corners of his world.But joy has not come unaccompanied.

Even as he cradled his newborn daughter, Charles watched over his son, Henry, who had been brought back to Thorn not on a steed in triumph—but half-broken and under suspicion. Wounded in more ways than one after Princess Aurora herself accused him of attacking her. It was Morgan, his godmother, who carried him home—bruised, confused, silent.

Henry's healing has been slow. Physical wounds mend faster than those of the heart, especially when tangled with pride and betrayal. Charles has remained at his side, not with loud proclamations, but with the quiet strength of a father who refuses to abandon what is his.

And Olivia.

She, too, has returned. Not only from the rawness of childbirth but from the deeper, more invisible wounds left by Reed—the man who should have stood beside her, but instead left scars that words cannot soothe. Charles has seen it in her eyes—the way she watches the horizon, as if something precious was taken and might one day return.

These four months have aged him in ways the battlefield never did. But they have also given him clarity.

He met with Olivia in the quiet shadows, planning their ingredients, of making soup.

Charles’s lips curved—slowly, deliberately—at her question. “ Should we do this..?” The fear still present, until she noticed his smile.

He held up one finger. “First ingredient: Teagan. She’s our pressure point for Reed. We keep her safe, distant, but watched. I’ll have letters sent through neutral hands—small pushes to keep her uncertain, to keep him guessing if she’s turned on him. And if needed… we use her truth against him. Quietly. Carefully.”

A second finger. “Morgan. We extend an invitation—coded, indirect. A favor owed, a rumor she can’t resist. You’ll write her, not as a rival, but as a mirror. Two women, scarred by the same enemy. Tempt her with influence, with a voice in what comes next. She won’t be able to resist.”

He held up a third. “Aurora. We don’t go to her—we go to the Queen. Feed the court’s oldest poison: envy.

He was going to destroy, their lives.

[caspianmaxson]

The steady hush of castle corridors was broken by laughter—unexpected and sharp, spilling like spilled wine from behind the old oak doors of the royal library. King Caspian, returned earlier than expected from his honeymoon abroad, arched a brow at the sound. With a measured step and the weight of travel still clinging to his cloak, he pushed the door open.

Inside, the sight that met him was anything but scholarly. Several diplomats and honored guests were gathered around a long table, their formal decorum loosened by the charm that radiated from its center. There sat Princess Aurora, her fingers deftly rolling coins across her knuckles between rounds of card tricks. The audience was captivated—not just by her sleight of hand, but by the easy grace with which she commanded the room.

At her side stood a young man Caspian did not recognize—until the whispers began. Prince Matteo of Rovan, visiting quietly under the guise of diplomacy, though clearly with a more personal aim.Matteo leaned toward Aurora, voice just loud enough to be heard over the rustle of silk and hushed amusement.

"Your Highness," he said, a bold glint in his eye, "you’ve had ample time to consider my proposal. Why not give your answer now, before those who will no doubt toast the outcome?"

A ripple of surprise spread among the guests.

But before Aurora could speak, a shift passed through the room—like a curtain drawn. Eyes turned to the doorway.There stood Caspian.

Dust of travel still on his shoulders, the flicker of unreadable emotion in his gaze. Surprise? Amusement? Displeasure? The moment hung suspended between breath and silence.And in that quiet, the game on the table lay forgotten, the prince’s question unanswered, and the weight of the king’s return—its implications, his awareness, his presence—settled like dusk over the library.

Whatever answer Aurora might give, it would no longer belong solely to her and the charming Prince Matteo.Not now that the king had returned.

[caspianmaxson]

The sea called again, as it always did. And like every departure, it left something behind in its wake. This time, it was not just land or stone walls or fleeting warmth—it was something heavier. Something closer to longing.

Michael stood at the edge of the dock, his dark coat whipped by the wind, the familiar tang of salt and morning mist clinging to his skin. His ship, The Vagrant Star, was ready to depart, sails furled like wings aching for the sky. Behind him, footsteps softened over the wooden planks—his cousin Luca’s easy stride, Mila’s quiet presence beside him, and the gentle rustle of silk announced the arrival of Princess Aurora.

He had returned to the Isles only for two reasons, though both had stirred deeper tides within him than expected. The first was Bianca. His most loyal friend, his confidante, and his stalwart advisor through storms of court and sea alike. She had given birth—a beautiful, dusky-eyed child named “Mikael.” His name. The gesture struck him with more weight than he expected. Joy, yes, but also a pang of something he hadn’t admitted aloud. Time had moved, even when he hadn’t. Friends became parents, and he remained a voyager—married to the tide, with no hearth of his own to return to. He had held the child in his arms and wondered quietly, When will it be my turn? Or, perhaps more honestly, Will it ever be?

The second reason was the King. His oldest friend, his brother in all but blood, had sent for him—personally. A quiet summons, laced with warmth and purpose. The matter? A wife. A potential match, at last, with both the King's blessing and encouragement. There had been interviews, formalities, conversations under the carved rafters of the royal court. He had helped Caspian find his second wife, successful.

Luca clasped him on the shoulder with a wry smile. Mila gave him a letter, tied in a green ribbon—always wordless, always thoughtful. Aurora, radiant in the morning light, offered him a farewell that lingered in her gaze longer than in her words. He bowed low, as was proper, but allowed himself one last look before turning away.

Michael’s boot hit the gangplank, hand tightening on the railing of The Vagrant Star, when her voice broke the hush of the harbor.

“Michael. Please… wait.”

He turned. Slowly. The morning fog was thinning now, pale light stretching across the bay, casting her in gold and shadow.

Princess Aurora stood alone. Luca and Mila had discreetly stepped aside—whether out of courtesy or understanding, he couldn’t tell. Her expression was raw, no longer composed, the court mask abandoned in favor of something far more human. Fear, and something else. Remorse.

She walked up to him, closer than royalty ever should to a man like him.

“Paraiso hasn’t stopped searching,” she said in a rush, her breath hitching. “He still wants me back—wants to bury what I escaped. What I did. You know what he’s capable of, and I... I can’t be found. Not yet.”

That should’ve been enough. But her hand caught his sleeve.

“There’s more.”

Her voice cracked.

“I know what I took from you.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy as the tide.

His face didn’t change. Not much. Only his eyes, dark and sea-worn, flickered.

“I never meant for you to pay my debt. I only wanted to be free. And I used you to buy that freedom.”

Michael studied her for a long time. Long enough for her breath to catch again, long enough for her to break the silence herself.

“I just needed you to know. And if... if one day, you can find it in you to forgive me...”

He reached up, gently removing her hand from his sleeve.

Michael met her eyes.

And then, with the same brutal calm he used to command storms and silence mutinies, he said:

“No.”

She blinked.

“I will never forgive you, Aurora. Whatever you’re talking about... whatever you did—I don’t want your apology. I want it to haunt you. Because that’s what justice feels like when it’s too late.”

Her face paled, but he wasn’t finished.

“That’s the difference between you and Caspian. He faced his demons. He owned what he did, no matter how wretched. You? You play the part of a victim while cloaking yourself in innocence.”

His voice dropped, sharp as a blade.

“And whatever crimes you committed... may they never leave you in peace. May they scratch at your soul long after you’ve stopped running.”

Aurora’s lip trembled. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Still, Michael continued.

“I personally looked into what happened with Henry. I know the truth.”

Her breath hitched—but he didn’t let her speak.

“And I pray Charles never finds you. Not out of mercy. But because the man I once was... would still try to protect you.”

He stepped back onto the gangplank, leaving her rooted to the dock.

[caspianmaxson]

( submitting on behalf of Andy, who no longer has tumblr. Only discord. At this time.)

[caspianmaxson]

[caspianmaxson]

It just the way his tone changed. He was careful and considerate for Stephanie. But with Dante, he was strict, and considered cold.

With Matteo, he was impatient and annoyed. Each one of his kids received a different aspect, and different personalities.

The only person, who can help either ease up, or be more strict, was his wife.

[caspianmaxson]

“ it’s my understanding your brother was sent to complete a task a job, and since then has not returned. He is still analyzing and ensuring it’s a success and complete. Is he incompetent to finish, or do I need to summon him.”

She had her nose in everything. Every meeting, every business, and every observation. Caspian had asked her to sit, while he was in the middle of negotiations and agreements. No one had gotten a chance to see the Queen, Marcus or Victor. So, he started with the lower level covens and Morgan to bring a new peaceful treaty. It was a start, before his upcoming potential wedding.

The Collins brothers, were infamous for their loyalty to completing every task without failure. He bowed his head in forgiveness “ I shall make inquiries, I just completed a new ship for Princess Teagan, who is on the way to see her sister. Is there anything else I can complete for you ..”

Her fingers tapped against her chair in annoyance “ The Duke of Gazer and Duchess of Tulia, wedding. Send for them.”

@theheartofbarley

[caspianmaxson]

“ He’s down this way..” the guard whispered, as Henry looked out of his cell, moving his hand upward to block the sun from hitting his face. In the middle of hosting a council meeting, he had taken a small stroll to his greenhouse, and was stabbed. He counted the steps in his head, this should have been sixteen steps to the healing ward. But it was many, many more. He smelled the salt air, and felt the chopping waves carry him elsewhere. By the time he was able to open his eyes, he felt the sting of the heat against his back. As he was carried down into the long pit, of the prison that once used to be his home. He had been taken to thorncreek. He pleaded with the guards to send a message to his wife, endless letters were sent to Alexandria. But he didn’t hear anything back.

Long weeks passed when his cell door opened, and her fragrance filled the room. “ Oh Henry…” her eyes met his with sadness. Those endless letters had remained in a pocket of a guard, who had the foolishness to brag about it in a tavern. A tavern, Darius so happen to be having dinner in alone. He remembered the name Henry, and remembered exactly who he was.

The only person who had enough authority to make things happen, was Morgan. She could easily move in and out of the prison and discover why he was placed there in the first place. When Morgan received the message; she rushed as quickly as she could to get to him.

He wasn’t expecting her, as she motioned for the guard to release his chains.

“ It was Aurora.. wasn’t it.” She needed the confirmation to confirm if everything else she had heard was true. Aurora, had currently been sitting on her cousin throne, tending to business. While he was in the middle of planning his upcoming wedding. Charles had been sent to Rovan to finalized the dowry and marriage agreement. It was the perfect time for Aurora to move pieces around.

Henry sighed in relief, as his wrist became untied “ I need to get to my wife..” he had no interest in revenge, not at the moment. “ is my step mother here..”

@theheartofbarley @mistress-alexandria

[caspianmaxson]

“ Is that blood..”

Caspian jumped, as the door opened, and he turned around spotting Teagan. “ You’ve been here the whole time?”

Her eyes rolled “ I take it none of my letters ever found it way to you, or any rumors of my whereabouts.” It was the first time, she actually realized she missed having Charles in charge. Charles, always made sure, he was well informed and knew what everyone was doing. All of her experiences, and troubles seems to vanished across his head. His thought were singular. She moved to take the letter from his hand, reading over Aviva words, and the current fate of their sister.

“ Twins.. “ her brows raised, tapping her chin gently. She remembered the experience of Arthur, and could only imagine the pain, of having to bring two children into this world. “ I’ll go.” She looked to Caspian “ I don’t want my sister in agony, and think no one here cares about her. You’ve.. been busy, I imagine.”

Caspian nodded “ I’m just grateful she had someone like Aviva at her side, I don’t know how I am going to be able to manage this, and now Henry.”

“ Henry, what on earth is the matter with Henry, he should be on the next boat to go see his wife, clearly.” She waived the letter in his face. “ You can manage this, by writing to Aviva and saying thank you for starters, she didn’t need to write you; but she did , and clearly Alexandria is not well enough to write herself.”

Caspian snatched the letter back “ He’s in prison, accused of attacking Aurora. By the time, I arrived, he had been snatched up and sent to a prison cell, they wouldn’t even let me follow. “

He watched as Teagan eyes grew wider “ wouldn’t let you follow,” as she snatched up his collar “ The very air, everyone is breathing, is because you allow it. By accepting the fact, that someone who is beneath you allowed you to tell you no, and has taken your brother in law - without any investigation because Aurora said so, makes you look like a pathetic coward. Let me guess, Aurora was trembling and gave you some sort of story that you believed, and now, all you are carrying about is, the so called marriage you are planning.” She released his shirt, and pushed him.

“ God, you’re so typical.” As she moved to his desk, and began to write two letters.

“ Lady Aviva I can not thank you enough for helping my sister, during this difficult time. We shall pray for her recovery, and send any supplies and assistance you may need, as she rest. I will be sending my sister Teagan, to assist you in tending for you, I sincerely thank you.”

Teagan moved to grab his stamp, sealing his signature, and then proceeded to hand it to the guard to deliver it immediately.

The second letter was for Luca “ Release my brother in law, or face the consequences “ this one she wrote in her own name, handing it to another guard, to deliver it immediately.

As she pushed herself away from the desk “ When I get back, I swear to you, if I catch you in this sort of state again, I will slap you until you remember, you are the king”

She moved quickly out of the room, furious.

@theskyehealers

@mistress-alexandria

[caspianmaxson]

She waited three whole days, until her father was ready to finally have a conversation with her.

“ Father.” She crossed her right ankle behind her left, as he entered the room. It was easy to tell his mind had been already distracted and bothered with millions of other things, and details. She watched as he moved to pour himself a drink.

“ I take it, not good news?” She asked, watching as he swung back the first drink, and then poured himself another.

“ Your aunt..” he couldn’t manage to continue as he turned back to give Shay his attention. “ She hasn’t been here training you and the others for sometime has she?”

Shay nodded silently no “ Her pregnancy was her focus, she left some time ago, I thought you knew. Lord Thornfield, has been tending to our cares and needs. We have over a dozen students, he thought it would be best to remain and be responsible for us. Why, what has happened to my aunt?”

Caspian waived his hand as he moved to sit down “ Nothing that needs to concern you, a conversation for another time. You, and I however need to properly have this one. Why did you go against my wishes, and summon the lords and ladies here. Do you know how many times I have broken and bended the rules for you. Hell, I wasn’t even allowed to write to my father when I was in your shoes. You continue to push your limits.”

Shay, sighed deeply. “ Only, because you continue to place me in impossible situations. . The very moment my mother died, you sent me here. You arranged the strings to give me friends, but you’ve never allowed me the chance to get to know people on my own. You’ve asked me to stay guard and to always be ready, but then you grow angry with me, when I try to rally our forces behind your name, and to strengthen our family. You promised me to be your heir, and then suddenly you invite my half bastards siblings into a room, and expect me to just play along with it. You bullied my mother into giving you a son, but then you have your mistress raise him.”

She lowered her head in defense, as she watched as her Father leap out of his chair, at her last remark. His hand was raised, ready to smack her. “ Lady Katrina, is a lady of the court, a respectable woman who has admirable raised both of your brothers. You will show her the consideration she deserves, and will never speak an ill word of her, or anything remotely against your mother and I, relationship. Do I make myself clear?”

Shay, felt the cold string of words forcing out of her, as she whispered “ yes, father.” He had never raised his arm against her before. She watched as he moved to sit back down, pressing his drink against his cheek.

“ You, our the princess. I expect you to act accordingly, and someday, when you are old enough and find yourself in my shoes. You may come to see, that everything I have done. Is to protect you, and to give you a life well deserved. Some day you might make genuine friends of your own, that is if you are lucky enough to find one friend who genuinely cares for you. Everyone else, is business. You will need to learn about the people here weakness and strength, and you will learn how to govern a country. That is your sole responsibility here. All the other children, they understand, that when their parents pass on, they will inherit the responsibility of these cities and villages. You.. you have a chance to be queen, you have a chance to be a connection to other country and merge our countries together. But you can’t show the strength of our family, if every single time I command something; you turn and show your own strength is different than my own. As for your brothers, why are you so hell bent into thinking they serve as your opponent or enemy. Having a relationship with them, can be beneficial. If anything, I am sure they are scared of you, and scared of the strength and position you hold. It is better, to be friends, than enemies with them. You are only a few short years away from being seventeen, don’t waste them on these nonsense issues. I promise, when the time comes, and I feel you are ready, I will support you.”

Shay sighed deeply, and nodded. “ and Darius, will you deal with him? How can truly accept anything knowing, I have two older brothers who could easily win favor, and cast me out. Will you promise me, that Philip will be taken care of, and allow me the chance to make you proud. I will not interfere with the policies or corruption that goes on in the west. But give me the credit to have my own mind and opinions, even if it’s against your own ?”

Caspian stood again, this time placing a hand on Shay shoulder “ Darius, is a chapter of my past, that will remain what he is, my past.Philip will always be taken care of, that I can assure you, as for your strong will and opinions.” He sighed in humor “ That, I will learn how to manage and deal with it, so long as you never publicly go against me again.”

He smiled looking down at Shay, she reminded him so much of his sisters. She was a combination of all three of them. Bold, like Alexandria. Strong like Harper, and loyal like Teagan.

[caspianmaxson]

“ My dear son, I write to you and know this letter has been copied and sent to your mother as well. It is time for you to begin your education, I’ve found room and board for you in a small area in the village of one of the Blackwood isles. I send with you this sword, it was token once from a friend . My wish is that you will grow to use it, and become a better man than I was. Remember a true test of friendship, is honor your word and promises, and stay true to yourself.”

@theheartofbarley

[caspianmaxson]

“ My dearest sister, I write to you with good upcoming news. I have finally settled on my marriage, to everyone surprise I have chosen a princess from Rovan. I, find her to be the most suitable and agreeable choice. She makes sense logically, and actually might be the one I consider could turn into an actual friendship. As I am writing you this, I should advise you that I also made a decision upon my upcoming heir. I believe at this point all my heir have the opportunity and chance to prove themselves, and not one of them is ready. I have ordered Chase to be sent to the isles to be begin in education, Shay will remain where she is, and as for Darius — I fear his actual belongings are elsewhere and we need not worry about it.

I do, however have another pressing matter. Your husband. It appears while I was recently visiting, he has been accused of attacking Aurora. Although based on his injuries, the reverse might have happen. Either way, since the island is within Blackwood estate, Luca is investigating it. I hope your pregnancy is continuing to go well, but I recommend a return home, for your husband sake. I’ve tried to intervene, but Michael has been held up in family meetings.”

@mistress-alexandria