Not a Mistress, his Queen

I craved a semblance of normalcy, a break from the charade of courtly life. A personal maid, someone who wouldn't judge me for my anxieties or my dreams, was a necessity. And when Iris, a quiet maid with eyes like the summer sky, was presented to me, something shifted within me. There was a vulnerability in her gaze, a gentle strength that intrigued me.

Chapter 15: A Forbidden Affection

Alexander's Perspective:

I found myself drawn to Iris, her quiet kindness a balm to my weary soul. I spent hours talking to her, sharing my fears and hopes, things I would never dare reveal to anyone else. Her gentle laughter, her understanding eyes, became the anchor I desperately needed. I found myself doing things for her that I would never have considered doing for any other woman. The mere touch of her hand sent a thrill through me, a sensation I had never experienced before.

Elizzie's Perspective:

Fury consumed me. Alexander, my betrothed, the future king, was lavishing attention on a mere maid! How dare he? The whispers in the corridors, the stolen glances, fueled my jealousy and indignation. I would not allow this commoner to steal my rightful place.
Chapter 30: A Royal Betrayal and a Heartbroken Flight

Chapter 45: A Second Chance at Love

Iris's Perspective:

The news of my pregnancy, a bittersweet revelation, filled me with a complex mix of fear and hope. The child, a tangible reminder of my forbidden love, was a precious gift. Alexander's unwavering search, the arrival of his guards, brought me back to the kingdom I had desperately tried to escape. His eyes, filled with both shock and a deeper love, were a lifeline in my fear.
Alexander's Perspective:

The sight of Iris, her belly rounded with my child, filled me with an overwhelming joy. The love I felt for her intensified, a powerful force that defied all reason and convention. I would fight for her, for our child, against anyone who stood in our way.