54: SECRETS...

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Lady Vaelor had never felt more powerful. The moment she slipped away from the queen's chambers last night, her heart had pounded with exhilaration, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what she had just learned. 

The queen carried a child that was not Alaric's. 

And that secret was now hers to wield. 

She stood before her mirror, a triumphant smile curling on her lips as she admired her reflection. The deep crimson of her gown clung to her curves, her dark hair pinned in an elegant twist, her lips stained the color of wine. She had always been a woman of poise, of ambition, and above all else, devotion.

Devotion to the only man who had ever mattered to her after an unexpected encounter. 

Alaric. 

For years, she had loved him from the shadows. He had been her obsession, her purpose.