His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal

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a ghost, an unwanted specter in a house that no longer pretended to be my home. Dawson was rarely there, his time almost exclusively devoted to Arleen

in the gardens, their laughter echoing through the halls. I saw the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the blatant a

a lavish party consumed the house. Caterers, florists, musicians-the man

rleen. Dawson, his eyes alight with excitement, personally carried a large, beautifully wrapped box

minutes later, she emerged, radiant in a shimmering emerald gown, escor

out to begin. And look, Dawson picked out this dress for me. Isn't it just divine?" She twirled, the fabric shimmering. "But I need help wi

'goddess,' made my skin crawl. But before I could

burn. Wouldn't want you to strain yourself. I'll do it." He turned to Arl

sp of her gown. His touch was tender, reverent. I watched, a silent, u

which was still open. Dawson and Arleen were

n purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "It fits l

husky, filled with unbridled desire. "Only you

, in her own way. So innocent, so fresh. But she could never fill this dress, co

d. My fingers cl

Dora? Please. She's a child. A temporary distraction. No, Arleen. There's no

the opulent hallway spinning around me. A wave of bone-chilling cold washed over me, a desolation so profound it

throbbing, my heart a frozen stone.

n of the night, circulated gracefully among the guests, her laughter tinkling through

shadow, and watched. I was invisib

heatrical flourish, held a slice of it to Dawson's lips.

uld stop it, sharp and desperate. The entire

yance, glared at me. "Dora, wha

had dared to speak. "I... I'm sorry," I mumbled, lowering my gaze. "I just... I just

tful of you to remember such a tiny detail!" she cooed, her voice sugary sweet. "But it's quite alright. This

mpts to protect him-they were meaningless. Just a detail to be patronized. My heart felt hollow. All my und

he cake to his lips and took a large bite. He chewed, his eyes fixed on me, a chilling message in their dept

What if Dora was right? You know how severe your allergy

en, his gaze burning with an unsettling intensity. "For you, my goddess," he declared, his voice rin

c testament to his absolute devotion to