Skylar Blackwood
The palace was silent, but my thoughts were loud.
I stood by the window, looking out at the endless night sky, my arms folded as I processed everything that had happened.
Classic and Amal were now officially bound by marriage, their wedding night unfolding behind closed doors. But I knew better than to take things at face value.
This wasn't just about two people—it was about power, control, and the legacy of the Blackwood name. And tonight, someone had dared to breach that privacy.
Chris had called for an investigation, Ethan was already handling it, but something about this didn't sit right with me. Whoever planted those cameras wasn't just looking for scandal. They wanted confirmation.
The question was—why?
I turned from the window, my gaze settling on my reflection in the mirror. Being Queen meant knowing when to step back and when to take action. And right now, I couldn't afford to be a spectator.
Classic was strong, but he was still learning the weight of his title. If someone was targeting his marriage, then they were testing the strength of the entire Blackwood dynasty.
I wouldn't let them win.
With that thought, I grabbed my robe and stepped into the dimly lit hall. There was one person who might have answers—and I intended to get them before dawn.