Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Kaelen’s POV

"How do you feel about living with Daddy, sweetheart?"

Elara knelt in front of Valerius, smoothing one of his wild curls behind his ear. He sat cross-legged on the floor, a tin soldier in each hand, mid-battle. At her question, both soldiers froze.

His dark gold eyes went wide. Then wider.

"Like... forever living?"

"Forever living," Elara confirmed.

"In Daddy’s castle?"

I opened my mouth to correct him—it was a palace, not a castle—but something stopped me. Maybe the way his entire face was already luminous with hope. Maybe the fact that to a child his age, there was no difference.

"In Daddy’s castle," I said.

Valerius dropped both soldiers. They clattered against the wooden floor.

"Can I bring my tin soldiers?"

"Every single one."

"What about my toy knight’s cape?"

"Especially the knight’s cape."

He launched off the floor and crashed into my legs. I caught him under the arms and lifted him. He was lighter than I expected—lighter than he should have been, probably—and the thought sent a sharp ache through my ribs.

"We’re going to live in a CASTLE!" he announced to the ceiling. Then he twisted in my arms to look at Elara. "Mommy, did you hear? A CASTLE!"

"I heard, baby." Her voice was soft. Her eyes glistened.

I shifted Valerius to one arm. He immediately wrapped himself around me like a small, excited vine—legs locked around my torso, arms around my neck, chin digging into my shoulder.

"When?" he demanded. "Now? Can we go now?"

"Soon," I said. "We need to pack your things first."

"I can pack fast. I’m the fastest packer in the whole world."

He was not, as it turned out, the fastest packer in the whole world.

It took quite some time just to locate all the tin soldiers. They had migrated to every corner of the small cottage—under the seat cushions, behind the washbasin, inside a boot. Valerius insisted on a full headcount before anything could be boxed.

Brenna arrived midway through the chaos, took one look at the scene—Elara wrapping dishes in cloth, me on my hands and knees pulling a tin cavalry officer from beneath the stone hearth—and leaned against the doorframe.

"Well, well." She crossed her arms. A slow grin spread across her face. "Look at the emperor of the realm, crawling on the floor."

"There’s one more under there," Valerius said, pointing. "The general. He’s important."

I reached further. My fingers closed around something small and metal. I pulled it out, dusty and dented.

"Got him."

"That’s the general!" Valerius snatched it from my hand and held it up to the light like a sacred relic. "He goes first. Always."

Brenna helped us load the first round of belongings into the carriage. Then the second. Then the third.

"Three trips," she muttered, hefting the last bundle. "For a place this small. How did you two accumulate so much?"

"Tin soldiers breed," Elara said dryly.

Brenna laughed. Then she nudged Elara with her elbow and dropped her voice—not quite low enough.

"From a cramped little cottage to an imperial palace. You really went and did it, didn’t you?"

Elara flushed. "Brenna."

"I’m just saying. Quite the upgrade." She winked at me over Elara’s shoulder. I pretended not to notice.

The palace gates opened as our carriage approached. Valerius had his face pressed to the window the entire ride, fogging the glass with his breath. When the main structure came into view—white marble, soaring columns, the great crystal chandelier visible even through the arched entrance—he went completely silent.

That worried me more than the screaming.

The carriage stopped. I stepped out and turned to help Elara down. Valerius remained frozen in his seat, mouth hanging open.

"Little one?"

He blinked. Slowly.

"That’s not a castle," he whispered. "That’s a KINGDOM."

The entrance hall seemed to swallow us. Valerius walked three steps in and stopped dead, his neck craned so far back his curls brushed his shoulders. The vaulted ceiling soared above us, painted with scenes of ancient hunts and moonlit forests. The crystal chandelier caught the fading daylight and scattered it across the marble floor in fragments of gold and white.

"Mommy," he breathed. "There are PAINTINGS on the CEILING."

"I see them, baby."

He spotted the grand staircase. His eyes locked onto the polished stone banister—wide, smooth, curving in an elegant sweep to the second floor.

I saw the thought form before he even opened his mouth.

"Can I—"

"Absolutely not," Elara and I said in unison.

We looked at each other. Something passed between us—surprise, then warmth, then the faintest flicker of amusement. The first time we had spoken as parents in perfect sync.

Valerius groaned. "You two already sound the same."

I showed them through the palace. Valerius ran ahead, skidding on the polished floors, opening doors at random and gasping at whatever he found behind them. A music room. A small indoor garden. A corridor lined with suits of ceremonial armor.

"Does anyone LIVE in all these rooms?" he asked, bewildered.

"They do now," I said.

When we reached the residential wing, I paused outside the master suite. Turned to Elara.

"I had a separate room prepared for you," I said carefully. "Adjacent to mine. Connected by a sitting room. I didn’t want to assume—"

She raised an eyebrow.

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