As the weeks passed, Alina's position in court became both more secure and more dangerous. Her actions had earned her Kael's grudging respect, but they had also made her a target. Lady Vivienne's allies were relentless, spreading vicious rumors that Alina was manipulating the king with her beauty and charm.
One evening, as Alina was taking a walk in the palace gardens to clear her mind, she sensed she was being followed. She quickened her pace, her instincts telling her to return to the safety of her chambers. But before she could reach the palace doors, a hand clamped down on her arm, yanking her into the shadows.
"Did you really think you could worm your way into the king's heart, foreign witch?" hissed a voice behind her. It was one of Lady Vivienne's lackeys, his breath hot against her ear.
Alina twisted in his grip, trying to break free, but he was too strong. Just as she was about to cry out, a blade flashed in the darkness, and her attacker crumpled to the ground, clutching his throat.
Standing over him was Kael, his eyes blazing with fury. "I warned you about wandering alone," he growled, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger.
Alina's heart raced, not from fear, but from the intensity of Kael's gaze. "I... I thought I was safe in the gardens," she stammered.
Kael sheathed his sword, stepping closer. "You are never safe here," he said softly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "There are those who would kill you simply because you've caught my attention."
For a moment, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the dying man at their feet. Kael reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Alina's face. "Do not make me regret protecting you, Alina."
She could only nod, her mind spinning. Kael's touch was gentle, almost tender, but his eyes held a warning she could not ignore.