Chapter 121
Jack
It's been… what?
A month? A little over?
Long enough that the palace doesn't feel new anymore, just suffocating.
Every day feels the same: wake up, be dressed like a doll, get dragged from lesson to lesson about etiquette, royal protocol, posture, press behavior, historical bloodlines—like any of that matters when all I want is to go home to my family.
My patience is evaporating. I'm trying, I really am, but the walls in this palace have a way of closing in on you.
Today is no different.
Some old scholar is droning on about lineage, voice flat, hands waving over holographic charts of ancient kings. I try to look alive, nodding at the right times, but my brain is melting.
"…and the Albrecht bloodline alphas have always been notably superior in physical prowess," he continues, practically glowing with academic pride.
"It is this exceptional strength that led the early settlers to select them as the ruling family—"
Hold on.
I blink, sit up straighter.
