Leonel said it as though it were the most ordinary truth in the world.
Victoria turned toward him from the back of her chestnut horse, the afternoon wind tugging gently at loose strands of her hair.
“Will you be my Queen?”
For once, she had no immediate answer.
Her eyes drifted across the open countryside until they landed on the enormous tree standing alone on the distant hill.
A mischievous smile slowly appeared.
“You see that tree?”
Leonel followed her gaze.
“If you reach it before me…” Victoria turned back to him, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “…then I will.”
And before he could even respond, she urged her horse forward.
“Come on, Leonel!”
The chestnut horse bolted across the field.
Leonel stared after her for half a second before laughing in disbelief.
“You cheat!”
He raced after her.
For a few glorious moments, there was nothing in the world but the thunder of hooves, the wind against their faces, and Victoria’s laughter carrying across the hillside.
She had the advantage.
But not for long.
Leonel’s black horse quickly closed the distance.
Victoria glanced sideways and saw him drawing level with her.
“No!”
Her protest only made him laugh harder.
Then he surged ahead.
By the time Victoria reached the ancient tree, Leonel was already waiting beneath its branches with the unmistakable smile of someone thoroughly pleased with himself.
“You challenged the wrong person, Victoria.”
Victoria pulled her horse beside his and glared at him, though the smile threatening the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
“You’re cruel. I’m a woman. You couldn’t let me win just once?”
The amusement slowly faded from Leonel’s face.
He looked at her differently then—not as a prince teasing his childhood friend, but as the young man who had loved her for longer than he knew how to say.
“Anything else,” he said softly, “I might let you have.”
Victoria’s smile faltered.
Leonel held her gaze.
“But when it comes to you…”
His voice became quieter.
“I will never give up.”
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
The wind stirred the grass beneath their horses.
Then Leonel smiled again.
“I’ll make you my Queen.”
Victoria could only shake her head at him.
Back then, it still sounded like a harmless promise between two young people beneath an old tree.
Neither of them knew how much that promise would one day cost.
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Kieran entered the rose greenhouse in the formal black suit of a royal guard, his posture as controlled and disciplined as ever. He's looking at Lady Victoria who stood among rows of pale roses with her back to him, carefully holding a closed bud between her fingers as though the rest of the world could wait.
“Mandy said you’d like to see me?”
Victoria did not turn. “It is almost that time of year again.”
His expression softened at once. He knew exactly what she meant.
“Yes, Mother. Cullen’s memorial.”
The pruning shears stopped above the branch.
“No,” Victoria corrected gently, her eyes still fixed on the flower. “His birthday.”
Kieran fell silent. To everyone else, the approaching date marked the anniversary of Cullen’s death. But his mother had never truly accepted that her youngest son was gone. To her, it remained the day he had entered the world.
Victoria reached for a higher branch. As her sleeve slipped back, Kieran caught sight of the white bandage wrapped around her forearm, a faint trace of blood staining one edge.
“What happened to your arm?”
"Small accident." She answered calmly as not to main focus of what she is going to say.
“I found him.”
Kieran became completely still. He frowns. “Cullen?”
Only then did Victoria turn toward him. There was hope in her eyes, but it was fragile—so fragile she barely dared to give it a name.
“Not exactly, but the man I believe he may be Cullen.”
Kieran stepped closer. “Who is he?”
Victoria held his gaze for a moment before giving her answer.
“Jeff.”
For one brief moment, Kieran’s composure broke.
“Jeff? Prince Phanthiva’s assistant?”
Victoria nodded.
The shock in his face disappeared almost as quickly as it came, replaced by the careful calculation of a man trained never to let hope outrun the truth.
Daria’s smile softened until it almost looked like mercy. Almost like the kind of tenderness a mother should have for her son.
“My dear son…”
Her voice was so gentle that, for one fragile second, Jeff almost believed it was real. He stood in the silence of the ruined church, clinging to the last broken piece of hope inside him. Some part of him still wanted to believe that beneath all the orders, all the punishment, and all the coldness, his mother might still see him as her child.
Daria slowly turned the dagger in her hand. Moonlight slid along the blade in a thin, silver line before she offered it to him, handle first.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Everyone has a choice.”
Jeff did not move.
His eyes remained fixed on the dagger, as if it were not merely a weapon, but the answer to every question he had never dared to ask. His face turned pale. His breathing grew shallow and unsteady. The eyes he had spent his whole life training to be empty began to tremble despite him.
He looked at Daria as if begging her to stop.
Not with words.
With the last piece of hope he had left.
Please. Don’t make me understand this any more than I already do.
But Daria did not stop.
She stepped closer and forced the dagger into his hand. Jeff’s fingers closed around the handle by instinct, as if his body remembered obedience before his heart could feel pain. Obedience came before thought. Before refusal. Before even the instinct to protect himself.
Daria placed her hand over his and tightened his grip around the dagger. Her touch was warm, but her voice was colder than the blade.
“If you want to live…” she whispered, “you must live usefully.”
Jeff lowered his eyes to the dagger in his hand. Moonlight glimmered across the metal, and in that moment, something in his face went completely empty. The last hope he had hidden inside himself was crushed so quietly that it made no sound at all.
Daria leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. Her voice was soft enough to sound like comfort.
“But if you don’t…”
She paused.
Then she whispered the cruelest thing with the gentlest voice.
“…then die quietly. Stop bothering us.”
Jeff did not move.
For one second, he seemed to forget how to breathe. His eyes stayed lowered. His hand remained wrapped around the dagger.
The choice had been given.
But Jeff knew, deep down, that it had never been a choice at all.
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“One day, I’ll be King.”
Leonel said it as though it were the most ordinary truth in the world.
Victoria turned toward him from the back of her chestnut horse, the afternoon wind tugging gently at loose strands of her hair.
“Will you be my Queen?”
For once, she had no immediate answer.
Her eyes drifted across the open countryside until they landed on the enormous tree standing alone on the distant hill.
A mischievous smile slowly appeared.
“You see that tree?”
Leonel followed her gaze.
“If you reach it before me…” Victoria turned back to him, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “…then I will.”
And before he could even respond, she urged her horse forward.
“Come on, Leonel!”
The chestnut horse bolted across the field.
Leonel stared after her for half a second before laughing in disbelief.
“You cheat!”
He raced after her.
For a few glorious moments, there was nothing in the world but the thunder of hooves, the wind against their faces, and Victoria’s laughter carrying across the hillside.
She had the advantage.
But not for long.
Leonel’s black horse quickly closed the distance.
Victoria glanced sideways and saw him drawing level with her.
“No!”
Her protest only made him laugh harder.
Then he surged ahead.
By the time Victoria reached the ancient tree, Leonel was already waiting beneath its branches with the unmistakable smile of someone thoroughly pleased with himself.
“You challenged the wrong person, Victoria.”
Victoria pulled her horse beside his and glared at him, though the smile threatening the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
“You’re cruel. I’m a woman. You couldn’t let me win just once?”
The amusement slowly faded from Leonel’s face.
He looked at her differently then—not as a prince teasing his childhood friend, but as the young man who had loved her for longer than he knew how to say.
“Anything else,” he said softly, “I might let you have.”
Victoria’s smile faltered.
Leonel held her gaze.
“But when it comes to you…”
His voice became quieter.
“I will never give up.”
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
The wind stirred the grass beneath their horses.
Then Leonel smiled again.
“I’ll make you my Queen.”
Victoria could only shake her head at him.
Back then, it still sounded like a harmless promise between two young people beneath an old tree.
Neither of them knew how much that promise would one day cost.
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Kieran entered the rose greenhouse in the formal black suit of a royal guard, his posture as controlled and disciplined as ever. He's looking at Lady Victoria who stood among rows of pale roses with her back to him, carefully holding a closed bud between her fingers as though the rest of the world could wait.
“Mandy said you’d like to see me?”
Victoria did not turn. “It is almost that time of year again.”
His expression softened at once. He knew exactly what she meant.
“Yes, Mother. Cullen’s memorial.”
The pruning shears stopped above the branch.
“No,” Victoria corrected gently, her eyes still fixed on the flower. “His birthday.”
Kieran fell silent. To everyone else, the approaching date marked the anniversary of Cullen’s death. But his mother had never truly accepted that her youngest son was gone. To her, it remained the day he had entered the world.
Victoria reached for a higher branch. As her sleeve slipped back, Kieran caught sight of the white bandage wrapped around her forearm, a faint trace of blood staining one edge.
“What happened to your arm?”
"Small accident." She answered calmly as not to main focus of what she is going to say.
“I found him.”
Kieran became completely still. He frowns. “Cullen?”
Only then did Victoria turn toward him. There was hope in her eyes, but it was fragile—so fragile she barely dared to give it a name.
“Not exactly, but the man I believe he may be Cullen.”
Kieran stepped closer. “Who is he?”
Victoria held his gaze for a moment before giving her answer.
“Jeff.”
For one brief moment, Kieran’s composure broke.
“Jeff? Prince Phanthiva’s assistant?”
Victoria nodded.
The shock in his face disappeared almost as quickly as it came, replaced by the careful calculation of a man trained never to let hope outrun the truth.
“What makes you believe he is Cullen?”
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Daria’s smile softened until it almost looked like mercy. Almost like the kind of tenderness a mother should have for her son.
“My dear son…”
Her voice was so gentle that, for one fragile second, Jeff almost believed it was real. He stood in the silence of the ruined church, clinging to the last broken piece of hope inside him. Some part of him still wanted to believe that beneath all the orders, all the punishment, and all the coldness, his mother might still see him as her child.
Daria slowly turned the dagger in her hand. Moonlight slid along the blade in a thin, silver line before she offered it to him, handle first.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Everyone has a choice.”
Jeff did not move.
His eyes remained fixed on the dagger, as if it were not merely a weapon, but the answer to every question he had never dared to ask. His face turned pale. His breathing grew shallow and unsteady. The eyes he had spent his whole life training to be empty began to tremble despite him.
He looked at Daria as if begging her to stop.
Not with words.
With the last piece of hope he had left.
Please. Don’t make me understand this any more than I already do.
But Daria did not stop.
She stepped closer and forced the dagger into his hand. Jeff’s fingers closed around the handle by instinct, as if his body remembered obedience before his heart could feel pain. Obedience came before thought. Before refusal. Before even the instinct to protect himself.
Daria placed her hand over his and tightened his grip around the dagger. Her touch was warm, but her voice was colder than the blade.
“If you want to live…” she whispered, “you must live usefully.”
Jeff lowered his eyes to the dagger in his hand. Moonlight glimmered across the metal, and in that moment, something in his face went completely empty. The last hope he had hidden inside himself was crushed so quietly that it made no sound at all.
Daria leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. Her voice was soft enough to sound like comfort.
“But if you don’t…”
She paused.
Then she whispered the cruelest thing with the gentlest voice.
“…then die quietly. Stop bothering us.”
Jeff did not move.
For one second, he seemed to forget how to breathe. His eyes stayed lowered. His hand remained wrapped around the dagger.
The choice had been given.
But Jeff knew, deep down, that it had never been a choice at all.
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“I cannot stand before God…” Phanthiva whispered. “Before the King… before this country… before the people of Lalak…”
His breath trembled, but his voice did not fall apart.
“…and lie when my heart belongs to someone else.”
Arthit went still.
The pain in his expression was no longer only pain. A dangerous hope had entered it, and yet it's also...beautiful.
“Day…”
Phanthiva tightened his arms around him.
“When this political game is over, I will tell His Majesty.”
Arthit turned slightly, as if afraid to believe him. Phanthiva held his gaze.
“I don’t want this marriage. I don’t want to be a pawn on someone else’s board anymore.”
His voice cracked then.
Not from weakness.
From loving too much and having too little time to prove it.
“And I don’t want to lose you…”
Arthit’s eyes softened.
Phanthiva swallowed the ache in his throat.
“So please....don’t give up on me… before I even get the chance to fight for us.”
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