At midnight , Gina came into Viremont's room and stood before her . she started to strip in front of viremont and seduced her .
it was as if viremont stood firm like a puppet and Gina was doing the dancing to please herself. It was unrealistic that viremont was behind this .
Carmine was watching and she was stunned and said, "well it's defenitly a g-cup " and she went towards Elaine's room .
as she entered , she saw that Elaine was fast asleep and a slice of pie was at her bedstand , she took it and as it smelled good , she took a bite after bite and it was godly .
as she finished it she collapsed and fell down . Colden woke up at 5am and went towards the palace . he observed that the gates were not opened .
but Carmine would always open them before 5 and he didn't mind and went through the backdoor of which he had a key.
He looked for the pie in the kitchen and couldn't find it . so he went to Carmine's room and saw that she wasn't there and he thought that she must have just woken up and rushed to her tea time and saw the pie on the table .
He took the pie and went towards the inn . He wanted to give Marco a surprise when he wakes up . Colden waited for Marco to wake up and surprised him . they both ate the whole pie.
After that they felt a lot of dizziness and decided to move on but suddenly fell down on the bed . they both slept through.
The palace was silent.
Too silent.
It was noon, and not a single royal had stirred. The dining hall remained untouched, the silverware still gleaming from last night's polish. The maids whispered among themselves, glancing nervously at the locked doors and the absence of Carmine's morning commands.
Gina moved like a shadow.
She entered Elaine's room with a soft creak of the door. The maids followed, curious — and then froze.
Carmine was sleeping on the floor.
Elaine was still in bed.
Neither moved.
Gina turned slowly, her lips curling into a smirk.
"They're resting," she said. "I'll take care of them."
No one questioned her.
That night, Gina led Carmine, Elaine, and Viremont — still unconscious — down into the basement. The door locked behind her with a metallic click.
The next morning, Colden stirred.
His eyes blinked open to find Marco lying on top of him, arms curled around his chest, breath warm against his neck.
Marco shifted, eyes fluttering open.
They stared at each other — dazed, dizzy, but smiling.
"I love you," Marco whispered.
Colden smiled back. "I love you too."
But something clicked.
It wasn't the same.
The warmth was there — but the essence had changed. The way Marco looked at Colden was different. The softness had hardened. The vulnerability had shifted.
Colden felt it too.
His own emotions — usually guarded, slow to rise — were now raw, exposed, almost desperate.
They sat up slowly, the empty pie dish beside them.
The room felt heavier.
The air felt strange.
And somewhere beneath the palace, behind a locked door, Gina watched her captives sleep.
The reversal was no longer subtle.
It was rewriting them.
To be continued…