[Lavinia's Pov]
Since the plot was shifting like a moody monsoon with commitment issues, I made a decision. A firm, noble, princess-level decision.
I would watch Caelum Virell like a hawk.
A hawk in a silk dress.
With a tiara and a divine beast with a violent streak and a dramatic flair for rolling into flower beds.
Because this future traitor?
This emotionally constipated, plot-warping, sword-flipping, cheekbone-flexing disaster of a character?
He was not getting away with anything.
But… there was something else. Something that had been poking at the back of my brain like a child poking a sleeping dragon with a stick.
Marquess Everett was never meant to adopt Caelum.
Not in Chapter 3. Not in chapter 57, nor in 98.
Not in this timeline. Not in this royal multiverse where I currently ruled the palace snack budget and public opinion.
