Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Elara’s POV

The note arrived just as I was leaving the royal training grounds.

A palace runner, barely old enough to shave, held it out with both hands. The imperial seal was pressed into dark wax. I cracked it open.

"Event urgent. Cannot come for you today. Will return to palace later. Look after the children."

No greeting. No explanation. No warmth.

I read it again. Then a third time, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something that made sense.

"Wait," I said to the runner. "I need to send a reply."

I scribbled quickly on a scrap of parchment from the writing desk. Are you safe? What happened? Please send word.

The boy took it and disappeared.

Some time passed.

The runner returned, empty-handed and nervous.

"His Majesty read the message," the boy said. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. "There was... no reply, my Lady."

I stared at him until he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Then I dismissed him with a nod.

No reply.

Kaelen always replied. Even when he was buried in council meetings or riding with the border patrol, he sent something. A single line. A rough sketch of a wolf that Lyra loved. Something.

The silence was wrong. It sat in my chest like a stone.

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By late afternoon, I’d collected the children from the nursery wing. The governess had already left for the evening. Lyra clung to my skirts, chattering about a beetle she’d found in the garden. Valerius walked three paces behind, hands in his pockets, saying nothing.

In the private dining chamber, I set out their supper myself. Honey milk porridge for Lyra, the way she liked it, thick and warm with a drizzle of golden sweetness on top. A roasted chicken leg for Valerius, crispy-skinned, the only thing he’d eat without argument these days.

Lyra ate happily for a few bites. Then she stopped, spoon halfway to her mouth.

"Where’s Father?"

The question landed like a dropped plate.

"He’s working late tonight, my little baby." I smoothed her silver hair back from her forehead. "He’ll be here in the morning."

"But he said he’d read to me tonight. He promised." Her lower lip pushed out. Her golden eyes—so much like Kaelen’s—filled with hurt.

"I know, sweetheart. Sometimes things come up that—"

"He always says that." Valerius’s voice was flat. He didn’t look up from his plate. Just tore a strip of meat from the bone with his fingers. Methodical. Controlled. "Things come up. Meetings run long. The Empire needs him."

The bitterness in his tone made my throat tighten.

"Your father loves you both very much," I said quietly. "He wouldn’t stay away without good reason."

Valerius said nothing. He chewed. Swallowed. Set down the bone.

"May I be excused?"

I wanted to pull him into my arms. Hold him until that awful, rigid mask cracked and the little boy underneath came through. But I knew better. Pushing Valerius when he was like this only drove him further behind his walls.

"Of course, my little warrior."

He left without looking back. His footsteps echoed down the corridor, steady and precise, sounding far too much like his father’s.

Lyra watched him go. Then she turned back to me, porridge forgotten.

"Mother? Is Father angry at us?"

"No, baby. Never at you."

"Then why didn’t he come home?"

I had no answer. So I kissed her forehead and carried her to bed, singing the old lullaby she loved until her breathing deepened and her small fingers uncurled from my sleeve.

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At nightfall, I wrote another note. Longer this time. More direct.

Kaelen—the children are asking for you. Lyra cried at supper. Valerius is retreating again. I need to know what’s happening. Please.

I sent it with a trusted household guard.

He returned within the hour.

"The Emperor’s personal quarters are empty, my Lady. I left the letter with his valet."

Empty. He wasn’t even in the palace.

I tried a different approach. "Find Sir Cassian. Tell him I need to speak with him urgently."

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