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Comrade 8

CHAPTER 8

Jul 11, 2025

Sebastian’s heart pounded as he rode through moonlit streets toward Master Aldrich’s manor.

He’d left Lady Cordelia’s chambers immediately after she’d fallen asleep, her earlier seduction suddenly feeling empty and meaningless.

Something had been eating at him since he’d left the physician’s residence hours ago—an inexplicable pull that wouldn’t let him rest.

Perhaps guilt, or something deeper, but he couldn’t ignore the nagging voice whispering that he’d abandoned his wife when she needed him most.

When he burst through the manor’s entrance and pushed open the door to Evangeline’s chamber, he froze in the doorway.

The room was empty. Fresh linens on the bed, candles flickering in their holders, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Where the devil is she?” Sebastian muttered, pacing the chamber like a caged wolf.

His riding boots echoed on stone floors as he strode through corridors, heading straight for Master Aldrich’s private study.

The door creaked under his forceful push, and Sebastian didn’t wait for the invitation.

He stepped inside, eyes narrowing as he found the elderly physician behind his desk, carefully writing in a leather journal.

“Where is my wife?” Sebastian demanded, his voice sharp as glass.

Master Aldrich glanced up from his writing, his weathered face tight with internal struggle. He set down his quill with deliberate care but remained silent, as if weighing his words.

The silence stretched until Sebastian’s patience snapped.

“I asked you a question,” he said, tone dropping dangerously low. “Where is Princess Evangeline?”

“She departed, Your Highness,” Master Aldrich finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian felt a cold wave wash over him—disappointment, perhaps, or something more complex.

“She departed?” Sebastian echoed, frustration mounting. “What do you mean departed? Departed where?”

Master Aldrich remained conspicuously silent, eyes fixed on the scattered papers covering his desk.

Sebastian was turning toward the door, ready to launch a kingdom-wide search, when the physician’s voice stopped him cold.

“I have served this royal house faithfully for three decades, Your Highness,” Master Aldrich said quietly, his tone heavy with difficult decisions. “My loyalty to the crown has never wavered. But there is something you must know. Something vital to the realm.”

Curiosity overrode Sebastian’s anger.

He slowly turned back, moving to the chair opposite the desk and settling into it with practiced grace, keeping his piercing gaze on Master Aldrich.

“What is it?” Sebastian asked, voice carefully controlled despite the storm brewing within.

Master Aldrich hesitated, wringing his hands before taking a steadying breath.

“I know Her Highness instructed me to remain silent, but I cannot in good conscience keep this from you. You have the right to know the truth.”

Sebastian’s frown deepened, patience wearing thin. “Speak plainly, old man.”

The physician cleared his throat nervously, eyes darting toward the door as if checking for eavesdroppers. “She told me she intends to leave the kingdom permanently.”

“I already know that,” Sebastian muttered, more to himself than Master Aldrich. “She demanded an annulment.”

Master Aldrich leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to barely a whisper. “There is more, Your Highness. Much more.”

Sebastian’s eyes snapped up to meet the physician’s troubled gaze. “What?”

Master Aldrich swallowed hard, his next words emerging slowly and deliberately. “Princess Evangeline is with child.”

Sebastian froze completely. The candlelit study’s air felt thick and suffocating, as if the atmosphere had turned to molasses. “What did you say?”

“She is pregnant,” Master Aldrich repeated, voice gaining strength. “With your child, Your Highness. Your legitimate heir.”

Sebastian shot to his feet with such force his chair toppled backward, clattering against stone.

His heart hammered wildly, disbelief clouding his vision like morning fog. He had no framework for processing this revelation.

“I… I was not informed…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to make sense of the earth-shattering news.

Master Aldrich’s voice cut through the suffocating silence. “I understand this is overwhelming, Your Highness, but I’m afraid there’s still more you must know.”

Sebastian’s head snapped toward the physician with striking speed. “What do you mean?”

Master Aldrich nodded gravely, his expression reflecting the magnitude of what he was about to reveal. “Princess Evangeline is not carrying just one child.”

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. “What?! Explain.”

“She is expecting twins, Your Highness.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as the physician’s words penetrated Sebastian’s consciousness.

He staggered backward until his shoulders hit the stone wall, thoughts becoming a chaotic tangle of shock, regret, and dawning horror.

“Twins,” he repeated hoarsely, as if speaking the word aloud might somehow make the reality less staggering.

Master Aldrich nodded solemnly. “I deeply regret delivering this news under such circumstances, Your Highness. I understand you didn’t anticipate this development.”

Sebastian ran both hands through his dark hair, desperately trying to regain his mental footing. The room spun as the full implications crashed down like an avalanche.

The one thing he’d always assumed would come naturally in time—heirs to continue the royal bloodline—had been right there within his grasp.

But Evangeline had fled the kingdom.

The woman he’d callously cast aside mere hours ago was now traveling toward an unknown destination, carrying the future of his dynasty within her womb.

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Princess Evangeline of Morwyn sat in the quiet waiting room of the royal physician’s office, her mind a whirlwind of fear and fragile hope. The grand palace, bathed in soft afternoon light, felt both like a home and a cage. She had been married to Crown Prince Sebastian of Valdris for three years, but their union was nothing more than a political arrangement—an alliance forged by their fathers to secure peace between their lands.

From the very beginning, Sebastian made it clear that his marriage to Evangeline was purely out of duty, not affection. They slept in separate chambers, exchanged only polite words in public, and maintained a cold civility that masked the emptiness beneath. Evangeline had once dreamed that time might change things, that she might earn his heart, but years of distance had buried that hope deep inside her.

Recently, however, her body had begun to change. She felt nauseated in the mornings, dizzy, and uncommonly tired. These signs, though subtle, stirred a small flame of longing within her—a desperate wish that she might finally be carrying his child. Perhaps, she thought, a baby could soften Sebastian’s heart and give meaning to their lifeless marriage.

When the physician, Master Aldrich, appeared at the doorway, his kind smile gave her both comfort and dread. He led her into his study, a cozy room filled with the scent of herbs, the warmth of a crackling fire, and shelves of ancient medical texts. Evangeline sat nervously as the old man took a sealed parchment from his desk.

With a gentle voice, Master Aldrich delivered the news that would change everything: “Your Highness, I’m delighted to tell you that you are indeed expecting.”

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat. Her trembling hands broke the royal seal and scanned the words written neatly across the parchment. Pregnant. She was truly with child. Before she could even absorb the shock, Master Aldrich continued, beaming with joy—she was not carrying just one baby, but twins.

The revelation sent a rush of emotion through her—relief, disbelief, joy. Twins! Two heirs for the royal family. The weight of that realization made her dizzy, but it also filled her with warmth and purpose. For the first time in years, she smiled with genuine happiness. Perhaps this was the miracle she needed to mend what had long been broken.

In that moment, she imagined Sebastian’s face lighting up with pride and excitement. She pictured him embracing her, maybe even thanking her. The thought filled her with renewed courage. She thanked Master Aldrich graciously and insisted that she would tell Sebastian the news herself. This moment, she decided, must belong to them alone.

Walking through the grand marble corridors of the palace, Evangeline’s heart felt light for the first time in years. Servants bowed as she passed, but she hardly noticed them—her mind was focused only on Sebastian and the life growing inside her. She wanted to see him, to share the joy, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could still bloom between them.

As she approached the door of Sebastian’s private study, her steps quickened. She called out softly, “Sebastian! My lord, I have the most wonderful news to—”

But her voice faltered.

Through the half-open door, Evangeline froze at the sight before her. Her husband stood with Lady Cordelia Ashworth, daughter of the Duke of Greymont, wrapped in his arms. The woman’s fiery red hair cascaded over Sebastian’s shoulders as he held her close. Evangeline’s heart stopped when she saw him tilt Cordelia’s chin upward and press his lips to hers—a tender, passionate kiss filled with the warmth and love she had begged the heavens for all these years.

It was everything she had ever wanted—and it wasn’t hers.

For a long, unbearable second, Evangeline could only stare. The parchment with her pregnancy confirmation still trembled in her hand. Then, in a broken whisper, she said his name: “Sebastian…”

The Crown Prince turned sharply, surprise flashing across his features before being quickly masked by his usual calm. Cordelia paled and stepped back, though Sebastian’s arm lingered protectively around her waist.

“Evangeline,” he said evenly, as though she were a stranger interrupting him, “what brings you here?”

Her throat tightened. She forced herself to stand tall, even as tears burned behind her eyes. “I… I live here,” she managed, her voice quivering. “I’m your wife.”

Sebastian’s cold gaze didn’t soften. “Is there something you need?” he asked, the same way he might address a court official.

Something inside Evangeline broke. Just minutes ago, she had been radiant with hope, ready to tell him that she carried his children—the future of his line. But now, staring at the indifference in his eyes and the woman in his arms, she realized the truth she had avoided for too long.

He would never love her. Not even their unborn children could change that.

A calmness settled over her—a cold, regal resolve that masked the chaos in her chest. Straightening her shoulders, Evangeline met his gaze with all the dignity her title demanded.

“Yes, my lord,” she said clearly. “There is something I need.”

Sebastian raised a brow, perhaps expecting her to plead, to cry, to beg for an explanation. Instead, she spoke words that shattered the silence of the study.

“I want an annulment.”

Both Sebastian and Cordelia froze. The shock in their eyes was almost satisfying. Cordelia gasped aloud, pressing a hand to her mouth, while Sebastian’s expression turned dark and unreadable.

“What did you say?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.

Evangeline’s chin lifted higher. Her hands no longer trembled. “You heard me perfectly,” she said. “I want our marriage annulled.”

In that instant, the timid princess who had once waited for scraps of affection was gone. What remained was a woman who had found her strength—not through her husband’s love, but through the pain he had caused.

Inside, she knew she carried the next heirs of the throne—his heirs—but she would not allow that to bind her to a man who treated her like a political pawn. She would raise her children with dignity, even if she had to walk away from the palace to do it.

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the crackle of the fireplace and the unspoken consequences of her declaration. But Evangeline didn’t wait for a reply. Gathering her skirts, she turned toward the door, her heart broken yet unburdened.

Her steps echoed through the marble halls as she walked away from the man who had never seen her—and toward the freedom she was finally claiming for herself.

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