Chapter 6 of A Queen Unchained

She could not breathe properly. The air felt thick, like someone had stuffed wool into her lungs. Her uncle's face flashed in her mind. His kind eyes. His crooked smile. The way he used to sneak her sweets when her mother was not looking.

Dead.

Murdered.

By her father.

She looked at Rowan, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are lying."

"I am not."

"You have to be."

Rowan crouched in front of her, his hands resting gently on her knees. His touch was warm, grounding. "Victoria, I know this is difficult. But your uncle made me promise to tell you the truth if you ever tried to leave. He knew your father would try to stop you. He knew why."

Her hands trembled. She pressed them flat against her thighs to stop the shaking. "What truth? What bloodline? I am a Halstead. My father is Lord Halstead. My mother is Lady Halstead. There is nothing special about me."

Kael, who had been silent until now, let out a short laugh. "If there was nothing special about you, your father would not have killed his own brother to keep you locked away."

Victoria flinched. The words hit her like stones.

Rowan shot Kael a sharp look. "Not helping."

Kael shrugged. "She needs to know what she is dealing with."

Victoria stood abruptly, ignoring the pain that shot through her hip. She paced near the fire, her mind racing in ten different directions. "This does not make sense. If my father wanted to protect some secret about my bloodline, why would he arrange my marriage to Cedric? Why not keep me hidden forever?"

Rowan stood as well, watching her carefully. "Because keeping you hidden only works for so long. You are twenty-two years old. People were starting to ask questions. Your father needed a way to control you permanently. Marriage to Cedric would do that."

"Cedric is harmless," Victoria said. "He would not hurt anyone."

"He would not need to," Rowan replied. "Once you married him, you would belong to his family. Your father would have influence over the Ravenshore estate. And you would be far enough away that no one could ask you questions he did not want you to answer."

Victoria stopped pacing. Her head felt foggy, like she had drunk too much wine. "What questions? What am I supposed to know?"

Rowan hesitated. He glanced at Kael, who gave him a small nod.

"Your mother," Rowan said slowly, "is not your real mother."

The world stopped.

Victoria stared at him. "What did you just say?"

"Lady Halstead is not your birth mother. Your real mother died when you were three years old."

Victoria's knees buckled. She grabbed the log to steady herself. "That is impossible. I have memories of my mother. I remember her reading to me. I remember her holding my hand in the garden."

"Those memories are real," Rowan said gently. "But they are not of Lady Halstead. They are of your birth mother. Her name was Elara."

Elara.

The name felt strange in her ears. Foreign. But also oddly familiar, like a song she had heard once and forgotten.

Victoria sank back onto the log. Her voice came out small. "Who was she?"

Rowan sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. "She was a healer. She lived in a village near the coast. Your father met her during a diplomatic trip. He fell in love with her. They married in secret."

Victoria's heart pounded. "Why in secret?"

"Because she was not nobility. Your father's family would never have approved. So he kept the marriage hidden. When you were born, he brought you and your mother to live in a small house on the edge of his estate. He visited as often as he could."

Victoria pressed her palms against her eyes. "Then what happened?"

Rowan's voice softened. "When you were three, your mother became ill. Your father called every doctor he could find, but none of them could save her. She died within a week."

Tears burned behind Victoria's eyelids. She did not let them fall. "And then?"

"Your father panicked. He had a daughter but no legitimate wife. His family pressured him to marry someone suitable. Someone who could give him a proper heir. So he married Lady Halstead six months later."

Victoria lowered her hands. Her voice was flat. "And she agreed to raise another woman's child?"

"She did not have a choice," Kael said from across the fire. "Your father paid her family's debts in exchange for the marriage. She needed the money. He needed respectability."

Victoria laughed bitterly. "So my entire life has been a lie."

Rowan turned to face her fully. "Not all of it. Your uncle loved you. He fought to tell you the truth, but your father threatened him. When your uncle discovered something else, something bigger, your father decided he was too dangerous to keep alive."

Victoria looked at him sharply. "What did he discover?"

Rowan hesitated again.

"Tell me," she said firmly. "I deserve to know."

He took a breath. "Your mother, Elara, was not just a healer. She came from a bloodline that had been thought extinct for generations. A bloodline connected to the old royal family of Aveloria."

Victoria's mouth fell open. "The old royal family? They died out a hundred years ago."

"Most of them did," Rowan said. "But not all. Your mother was a distant descendant. Which means you are too."

The fire crackled loudly in the silence that followed.

Victoria stood again, slower this time. She walked to the edge of the clearing and stared into the dark trees. Her mind felt like it was splitting in half. One half screamed that this was ridiculous. The other half whispered that it explained everything.

Why her father controlled her so tightly.

Why he never let her leave the estate alone.

Why he arranged her marriage so carefully.

She turned back to Rowan. "If this is true, if I have royal blood, what does that mean?"

Kael answered before Rowan could. "It means you are a threat. The current king's claim to the throne is not as strong as people think. If anyone found out you existed, they could use you to challenge his rule."

Victoria's stomach dropped. "I do not want to challenge anyone. I do not want a throne. I just wanted to avoid marrying Cedric."

"It does not matter what you want," Kael said bluntly. "It matters what other people think you want."

Rowan stood and walked over to her. He stopped just in front of her, close enough that she could see the firelight reflected in his eyes. "That is why your uncle asked me to protect you. He knew that if you ever left, people would come for you. Not just your father. Others."

Victoria looked up at him. "What others?"

"People who want to use you. People who want to kill you. People who want to put you on a throne you never asked for."

Her throat tightened. "So I am trapped either way. If I go back, my father controls me. If I stay free, I become a target."

Rowan's jaw tightened. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

The way he said it, low and certain, made something warm unfurl in her chest. She studied his face. The scar near his temple. The tired lines around his eyes. The stubborn set of his mouth.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked softly. "You barely know me."

"I made a promise to your uncle," he said. "And I do not break promises."

"Is that the only reason?"

He looked at her for a long moment. Something shifted in his expression. Something softer. "No."

Her breath caught.

Before she could say anything else, Kael's voice cut through the moment. "Someone is coming."

Rowan spun around, his hand immediately going to the hilt of his sword. "How many?"

Kael tilted his head, listening. "Two. Maybe three. Moving fast."

Victoria's pulse spiked. "Trackers?"

"Maybe," Kael said. He grabbed his bow and notched an arrow in one smooth motion. "Or worse."

Rowan moved to Victoria's side, his body tense. "Stay close to me."

She nodded, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at her waist.