Chapter 51: Fractured Mirrors

Alina paced her chambers, the soft swish of her gown the only sound in the room. The events of the morning replayed in her mind like a relentless tide: Rian’s touch, his voice, and the undeniable truth in his eyes. She had willed herself to forget that past, to bury it deep beneath her new identity as Queen of Belthoria. But the kiss… that kiss had unearthed everything.

She clutched her hands to her chest, willing her heart to steady. Then, she stood by the small sitting area, her back to the door, staring at a delicate porcelain teacup on the table as though it held all the answers she sought.

Moments later, the doors opened softly, and Lyra entered. She was still dressed in her morning attire, her hair pinned loosely, her face tinged with concern. “You sent for me?” Lyra’s voice was gentle but probing as she closed the door behind her.

Alina turned, relief washing over her at the sight of her sister. “Yes, I needed to speak with you,” she said with a low voice.