The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: A Royal
Athena’s eyelids fluttered as the warmth of the bed enveloped her, the soft sheets brushing against her skin.

It had been a long and taxing day, filled with questions that swirled in her mind and uncertainty that clung to her like a thick fog.

But now, the gentle rhythm of Mors’ breathing beside her, the quiet hum of the estate, and the soothing darkness of the night around her allowed her to slip into a peaceful slumber.

She rolled over slightly, the soft pillow cradling her head as the familiar scent of Mors’ scent filled the air. His presence, even in sleep, brought her comfort.

She could feel the warmth of his body beside her, his steady heartbeat a steady lullaby that helped her mind quiet, pushing away the worries of the day.

As her body relaxed, she allowed her thoughts to fade, drifting into the serene oblivion of sleep.

The room, bathed in the silvery glow of moonlight that streamed through the open window, felt timeless, as if the world outside had come to a halt.

There were no sounds from the bustling estate, no distant voices or signs of life. Just the quietness of the night and the gentle breeze that stirred the curtains at the window.

Athena’s breath evened out as she sank deeper into the bed, her muscles unwinding with each passing moment.

She had been carrying a weight for so long, the pressure of unanswered questions and doubts that had begun to gnaw at her insides.

But now, in the safety of this moment, she let go of the tension, allowing herself to relax fully.

Sleep took her, slowly but surely, until her consciousness was a faint whisper, slipping away into the night.

Mors, who had been watching her for a few moments longer than he realized, felt the tension in his chest ease when he saw her finally succumb to slumber.

Her face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep, reminded him of the strength that lay within her, a strength he had always admired but had never fully understood.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he quietly rose from the bed.

The moonlight reflected off his figure as he moved to the window. His thoughts, heavy and burdened, weighed on him.

The peace of the night could not last long. He knew that. A storm was brewing, both in the kingdom and in the hidden corners of their lives. He couldn’t afford to ignore it. Not now.

The shadow guards, always vigilant, were waiting for him, just outside the window. He could sense their presence before he even saw them, their energy palpable in the cool night air.

Mors took a deep breath, bracing himself for the decision that had to be made.

Athena’s safety was his primary concern, but there were greater dangers looming, the political unrest that was beginning to stir, the threat to their family, and the enemies that would stop at nothing to gain power.

Turning his head back to Athena, still lost in peaceful sleep, Mors gave a final glance. His heart clenched, but he knew this was the only path he could take.

Quietly, he spoke, his voice low but firm. “The concubine of the king has moved his pawns,” he said, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside, seeing far beyond the estate walls.

“Escort my sister to her residence and send her to Demerin’s estate secretly. She cannot stay here any longer.”

His right-hand man, standing just outside the room, nodded quickly in agreement. “Understood, Your Highness.”

“What about the prince?” the man asked, his voice calm but edged with caution. “Should we move him as well?”

Mors’ jaw tightened as his gaze flickered back to the still figure in the bed. His thoughts momentarily clouded with the possibility of danger.

But no matter how much he cared for his family, he knew the balance of power was shifting.

There were people within the palace who were already planning to seize control, and their first target was his side of the family.

“My brother can protect himself,” Mors said, his voice firm, as though trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

“He has his own soldiers, and his alliances are strong. He will be safe. We need to focus on the bigger picture now.”

The man, ever loyal, gave a slight bow. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

Mors turned back to the window, his mind racing. His thoughts were sharp, calculating.

“Our enemies are making their moves faster than I anticipated. The war for the throne is closer than I thought. We need to prepare.”

The shadow guards nodded in silent agreement, knowing that Mors had already mapped out his plans.

The war would soon come to the palace, and with it, a battle not just for power but for survival.

But Mors had no intention of losing. Not now. Not when everything he cared about was at stake.

Turning away from the window, Mors looked back at the sleeping Athena one last time. He hesitated for a moment, his heart aching with the burden of the coming days.

But he had no choice. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment. He needed to be strong for her, for the family, and for the empire.

As the shadow guards moved to prepare for the night’s tasks, Mors left the room, his footsteps steady but filled with purpose.

The fate of his family, and the kingdom, rested on the choices he would make in the coming days.

But Athena would remain his priority. Always.

Outside the room, the night was dark and still, but it was a silence that couldn’t last. The storm was coming.

I need to check that room again… Mors hesitated. I should do this tomorrow instead.

Mors quietly made his way back to the bed, his thoughts still sharp with the weight of the decisions that had to be made.

As he slipped under the covers, the warmth of the bed felt different, heavier, as if the night itself carried a burden.

He glanced over at Athena one last time, her peaceful sleep offering him a moment of fleeting comfort.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself to relax just a little. With one final glance at her serene face, Mors closed his eyes, trying to let sleep claim him.

Tomorrow, the storm would begin.