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Love's Cost to a Queen

The cathedral's incense clung to my skin as I stood alone before the altar, my fingers trembling slightly against the cold stone. Eighty-one blessed omens. Eighty-one days of draining my system points to manufacture divine signs of Wilson's legitimacy. My vision blurred from exhaustion, but I couldn't stop now. "Just a few more points," I whispered, pressing my palm against the ancient prayer book. The system interface in my mind flickered, acknowledging the exchange. *Point deduction confirmed. Eagle's Triumph omen manifested.* The cathedral bells tolled once more, echoing through the vaulted ceiling. I sagged against the altar, my legs threatening to give way. One year of marriage, one year of sacrifice, all to help Wilson reclaim his father's kingdom.
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Chapter 2

The tower door creaked open, and I didn't need to look up to know who it was. The scent of jasmine and amber—Sapphire's signature perfume—filled the small space before she did.

"Eden," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "I thought I might find you here."

I kept my eyes on the book in my lap, though the words blurred before me. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Your Majesty?"

Sapphire's laugh tinkled like breaking glass. "Oh, I'm not here on official business. Just one woman to another."

She glided across the room, her silk dress whispering against the stone floor. Even in this barren tower, she managed to look like she belonged in a palace. I closed my book slowly, finally meeting her gaze.

"Wilson is so worried about you," she continued, perching on the edge of my narrow bed. "He fears you might be... unstable."

"Does he?" I asked, my voice steady despite the rage building inside me.

"Yes." Sapphire smoothed her skirt, her eyes glittering with malice beneath her innocent expression. "He told me how you tried to use your... abilities to manipulate him. It was quite disturbing."

I said nothing, watching her carefully. The system interface in my mind pulsed quietly, counting my remaining points.

"He described how you'd try to predict his needs," she continued, leaning closer. "How you'd manufacture signs of divine favor. It was almost... pathetic."

My fingers tightened around the book's edge. "Is there a point to this visit, Sapphire?"

Her smile widened. "Just sharing some truths you might not know. Like how Wilson trembles when he thinks about your powers. How he wakes up in the night, afraid you might appear beside him."

I forced myself to remain still as she reached out to touch my hair. "All that power," she murmured, "and it couldn't make him truly love you. Isn't that sad?"

Something snapped inside me. I grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

"You think you've won?" I hissed, my face inches from hers. "You have no idea what real power looks like."

Sapphire's eyes widened with genuine fear. "Let go of me!"

"Or what?" I increased the pressure, watching as red marks appeared on her pale skin. "You'll tell Wilson? Go ahead. Tell him how the dangerous former Queen attacked you."

She tried to pull away, but I held firm, my grip leaving visible bruises on her delicate wrist.

"Stop!" she cried, her voice rising to a scream. "Guards! Help me!"

I released her just as the door burst open. Commander Rafael Stone rushed in, followed by two guards. Their eyes widened at the sight of Sapphire clutching her wrist, tears streaming down her face.

"She attacked me!" Sapphire sobbed, pointing at me with a trembling finger. "She's insane!"

The guards moved toward me, but I remained seated, my expression calm. "Tell them the truth, Sapphire. Tell them why you really came here."

Commander Stone hesitated, looking between us. "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"She's dangerous!" Sapphire cried, backing toward the door. "Lock her away somewhere else! She'll kill me if she gets the chance!"

The commotion echoed through the tower as they escorted Sapphire out, her sobs fading down the corridor. I could hear the whispers starting already—the former Queen had attacked the beloved new Queen. Dangerous. Unstable.

Perfect.

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Hours later, as moonlight spilled through the narrow window, I heard the door open again. This time, the footsteps were heavier, more deliberate.

"Eden." Hector's voice was low, cautious.

I turned to face him, noting the dark circles under his eyes. He looked as exhausted as I felt.

"Come to arrest me for harming your precious Sapphire?" I asked, gesturing to the chair across from me.

Hector closed the door behind him. "I came to understand."

"Understand what? That I'm a threat to your brother's new toy?"

He flinched at the bitterness in my voice but didn't retreat. "Sapphire told me what happened."

"And you believe her, of course."

"I believe," he said carefully, "that you wouldn't harm her without reason."

I studied him for a long moment, then made my decision. The system interface flashed in my mind as I accessed the information I needed.

"I need your help, Hector," I said finally.

"My help?" His eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Yes." I stood, moving closer to him. "I want to offer you a deal."

"A deal?"

"I'll help you become king," I said, my voice cold and clear. "And in return, you guarantee my freedom when you succeed."

Hector stared at me, shock evident on his face. "You think I could...?"

"Wilson has three major weaknesses," I continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "His paranoia about my abilities, his blind trust in Sapphire, and his fear of losing control. With my remaining points and knowledge of the court dynamics, I can exploit all three."

"Why would you help me?" Hector asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled thinly. "Because unlike your brother, you at least have the decency to look me in the eye when you're planning to use me."

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