The Last Light In Vaelric's Heart The Three Queens Part—1

The Thorne Empire, a vast and powerful kingdom, sought to solidify its dominance by forging a diplomatic alliance with the northern highlands—a beautiful yet modest kingdom known for its rich culture and fierce independence

From that kingdom came Princess Alira, only 18, the first daughter of a wise and aging king

Their marriage was arranged—not out of love, but necessity

Their wedding came swiftly

That night, when the palace doors shut and the royal couple was left alone…

King Vaelric

I won’t hurt you. But I won’t love you either

Queen Alira

Then I won’t expect you to

After two years

Serilda—daughter of a noble family, adored by the people, famed across the continent for her breathtaking beauty and enchanting voice.

And one day, Alira stood beside the Emperor as he introduced Serilda as his second wife

Serilda moved into the palace with the laughter of a thousand flowers. Courtiers followed her, gifts flooded her halls, and Vaelric… Vaelric began to smile

MAID 1 : No wonder His Highness never looked at the First Queen. She’s as plain as dry parchment next to Lady Serilda.

MAID 2 : He only married her for peace, not pleasure.

After two more years

Vaelric, now 26, sat firmly in power. Though not yet Emperor in title, he ruled with the strength and precision of one. His father had died young — a sudden illness, they said — and Vaelric, the Crown Prince, had assumed control earlier than expected.

Alira, now 22, continued her quiet reign as First Queen. The palace had learned to ignore her presence—until her absence was noticed

Serilda thrived. The beautiful second wife dazzled the court with her wit, her style, her command of attention. She became a favorite among nobles and commoners alike.

Then came Lysandra.

No one had expected a third wife. No treaties required it. No political debts were owed. She came not from a royal bloodline, nor from great wealth—but from infamy.

Lysandra was breathtaking. Where Serilda was elegant and charming, Lysandra was magnetic and wild. Her laughter echoed in the marble halls. Her eyes burned like fire in the moonlight. She rode horses like a warrior and danced like a storm.

And most importantly—Vaelric had chosen her

For the first time, the court whispered of love.