CHAPTER - 187

  Narrator: The golden light of sunset streamed through the tall windows of the castle, casting intricate shadows across the large wooden table in Edmund and

  Eleanor's private chamber.

  King Edmund, holding a cup of tea, sat beside his wife, Queen Eleanor, who was calmly writing letters.

  Her pen moved effortlessly, tracing elegant words on neatly arranged parchment, her face reflecting serene concentration.

  "The last letters to send for the invitations,"

  Eleanor said without lifting her gaze from her writing.

  "We must ensure every detail is perfect, especially considering tonight's event."

  Edmund nodded, offering his wife a tired yet affectionate smile.

  "Don't worry, my Queen. Stefan will deliver them personally.

  There's no need for you to strain yourself. We just need to enjoy the evening."

  "I know, but I like everything to go smoothly,"

  Eleanor replied, looking up to meet Edmund's eyes.

  There was calmness in her words, but also a firm determination.

  Her hands moved gracefully as she signed the final letter.

  "I also want everything to be perfect for Selene,"

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  Edmund said with a softer smile.

  "Tonight will be her moment.

  I want her to feel at the center of attention, but without pressure.

  She's already strong enough."

  Eleanor smiled, placing her pen down and resting her hand on Edmund's arm affectionately.

  "You know, Edmund, I too believe Selene has already shown she can handle everything.

  Her determination is unmatched."

  The King leaned towards her, resting his forehead against hers.

  "And I will always be by her side, like a father protecting his daughter."

  The two remained silent for a moment, enjoying each other's company and the warmth of the room.

  The distant sound of Stefan's footsteps moving decisively through the corridor, ready for that evening's mission, slowly brought them back to reality.

  "Stefan is ready, I see"

  Eleanor said with a light laugh.

  "He's always so precise."

  "A good man, that boy"

  Edmund replied with a smile.

  "Let's hope he doesn't end up chatting too much with the nobles, or he'll be talking for hours."

  Eleanor laughed, a soft sound that filled the room.

  "You know him too well."

  Meanwhile, in Selene's grand bed, the young woman slept deeply, her lips slightly curved in a serene smile.

  Beside her, Dav lay peacefully, seemingly immersed in a deep sleep.

  The sunset light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing them in a golden glow that enveloped the entire scene.

  Dav, still dressed, his face relaxed, while Selene, with a hand resting on his, seemed completely surrendered to sleep.

  Her head rested on his chest.

  The stillness of the room reflected an atmosphere of tranquility that contrasted with the frenzy of the events awaiting them that evening.

  Selene seemed completely safe, protected, as if the outside world no longer mattered.

  Outside the room, in the castle's silent corridors, Stefan prepared to carry out his task.

  His figure moved confidently, the letters sealed with the royal seal clutched in his hands.

  He knew how important it was for everything to be perfect that night, and he didn't want to leave anything to chance.

  Arriving at the grand gate, Stefan raised his hand and knocked firmly, waiting for the servant on duty to open.

  When the door opened, Stefan stepped inside, ready to distribute the invitations to the other nobles.

  "Everything is ready"

  he said in a calm voice, watching the guard staff take the letters for distribution.

  "I will ensure each invitation is delivered personally,"

  he added, his voice full of determination.

  The final step toward perfection had been taken, and with one last glance at the castle, Stefan headed outside, ready for the meeting with the nobles.

  Meanwhile, in Selene's room, everything remained still.

  Total quiet, with the echo of distant conversation.

  Evening was now near, and with it, the grand party that would mark an important milestone in the woman's journey.

  But for the moment, no noise, no pressure, only the warmth of the bed and the gentle sound of two people sharing a well-deserved rest.

  END OF CHAPTER - 187