Adeline Travels to Speak to Vivian
Nyx's expression shifted slowly, from deep contemplation to one of careful composure. Each word he spoke seemed to hang in the air, heavy with the weight of the moment. He clearly understood the gravity of the situation, like a man walking a tightrope between fate and disaster.
“Your Majesty, when do we depart for our journey?”
“I propose we visit my late father’s mistress, Vivian.”
Nyx’s brow furrowed.
“Such a move carries risks, my lady.”
“If your brother discovers us, Alex’s disapproval will be inevitable.”
I took a deep breath, formulating a plan in my mind. After careful consideration, I found the words I needed.
“We will disguise ourselves.”
“A modest carriage will suffice.”
Nyx hesitated.
“Adeline, Alex may not be easily convinced to go along with such a scheme.”
Just then, as if summoned by our discussion, Alexander appeared, striding toward us. Without a second thought, I dipped into a deep curtsey, acknowledging his presence. He extended his hand, helping me rise with a grace that was second nature to him. His eyes held mine for a moment, and a curious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Adeline, why the formality?”
“My king, you are worthy of the utmost respect.”
Nyx bowed low.
“Your Majesty.”
“Rise, Nyx, my friend.”
“There is no need for such formality.”
“Alexander,” I began, my tone shifting, “may we speak privately?”
Alexander’s expression darkened with concern, but he gave a solemn nod. Silently, Nyx and I followed him into the dimly lit study. The room held the same air of mystery as Alexander’s bedchambers, filled with shadows and secrets. He pulled out a chair for me with practiced ease before taking his place behind the imposing desk, ready to listen.
“What troubles you, my love?”
I exhaled slowly, preparing for the confrontation.
“I wish to travel to Lodamir.”
Alexander stiffened.
“That does not seem wise, Adeline.”
“I must speak with my father’s mistress.”
“Vivian must know something about Cecelia.”
“I believe she holds the key to unraveling this mess.”
A tense silence settled over the room. Alexander remained still. I could almost hear the sound of my own heartbeat, loud and insistent. After what felt like an eternity, Alexander sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing.
“If this is truly your desire, I will grant it,” he said finally, though his tone carried the weight of reluctance.
“Under two conditions.”
“You will travel with Nyx.”
“You must return to the castle before the evening meal.”
“Thank you, Alexander.”
“See that you are ready at dawn,” he added, his eyes flicking to Nyx.
“I trust you will ensure her safety.”
Nyx bowed once more before swiftly exiting the study, leaving Alexander and me alone. I turned back to him, feeling his gaze on me as I crossed the room. He pulled me into his lap, and our lips met in a kiss that began softly. Then deepened with unspoken need. The world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of us.
When we finally parted, he murmured against my lips, “Must you go?”
“I have to,” I whispered, resting my forehead against his.
“Vivian was one of my father’s closest confidants.”
“I need answers.”
Alexander’s grip tightened around me.
“I could accompany you.”
“Our presence would draw too much attention.”
“It is better this way.”
His lips brushed mine again, and I smiled, knowing he could feel the pull between us as much as I did.
“I am bound by my vows to make your dreams come true.”
A soft laugh escaped me, a moment of lightness amid the tension. He tugged me closer, possessively wrapping his arm around my waist. I let myself melt into his embrace. The night ahead would be one of stolen moments and shared desires, but morning would come too soon.
The morning greeted me in the comfort of Alexander’s arms, his steady breathing a peaceful reminder of the night we had shared. Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and dressed in a simple gown and cloak. My hair tied in a practical braid. I moved quietly, making my way to the courtyard where Nyx awaited beside a humble carriage.
He helped me inside without a word, and we began the journey as the first rays of sunlight touched the sky. The ride was quiet, giving me time to think, to prepare for the confrontation ahead. When we arrived in Lodamir, I noticed the changes. The familiar flags of my father’s reign had been replaced, and the once-peaceful streets now buzzed with a heavy guard presence. Our carriage came to a halt, and a guard approached, his face stern.
“What is your business here?” he demanded.
Nyx responded smoothly.
“We are here to see Lady Vivian.”
“Is she expecting you?”
“No, our visit is a surprise,” Nyx replied, flashing a disarming smile.
“I am visiting on business and thought it would be a pleasant shock.”
The guard eyed us warily before nodding.
“Wait here.”
I glanced at Nyx, who returned my look with calm confidence. Moments later, the guard returned, granting us entry. We were led through the gates and up the marble staircase of Vivian’s opulent estate, its grandeur rivaling even the royal halls of Lodamir. At the top stood Vivian, poised and elegant, alongside a young man who bore an uncanny resemblance to my father.
“It is a pleasure to see you, Nyx,” Vivian greeted him, her voice smooth as silk.
Nyx took her hand and kissed it lightly, offering a polite nod. Vivian barely seemed to notice my presence until we entered her lavish parlor. Her gaze finally fell on me, and her eyes widened.
“Have we met before?” she asked, studying my face.
“No, my lady.”
“We have not.”
“You remind me of someone,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“Who are you?”
Before I could answer, Nyx spoke.
“This is Adeline, Princess of Lodamir.”
Vivian’s shock quickly turned to fury.
“Why have you come here?” she demanded, her voice icy.
“Nyx, why did you bring her?”
“She seeks answers,” Nyx replied, his tone calm.
“I cannot give them,” Vivian snapped.
“You must leave.”
“I will not leave until my questions are answered.”
Vivian’s face reddened, her fury barely restrained.
“You are your mother’s daughter,” she hissed.
“She never knew when to keep silent either.”
I swallowed my rising anger.
“You will show respect in the presence of a queen.”
Vivian’s son shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing he could disappear. I took a deep breath and forced a smile, my gaze unwavering.
“Please,” I said softly.
“I need to know about my father.”
Vivian’s expression shifted slightly.
“It is not your father that concerns me.”
Her words left me stunned. Who was she truly afraid of? Ignoring the turmoil swirling inside me, I directed my question toward the young man, determined to uncover the truth.