?Chapter 634:


    Feigning casualness, I led the ves into the garden and arranged their positions, all while methodically setting my trap. Makenna, unsuspecting as ever, found herself conveniently ced near the edge of the shimmeringke.


    As the trainingmenced, I kept her in my peripheral vision, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I knew the timing was right when I saw Makenna slowly give in to the exercise, her body quivering, her face a mixture of restraint and pleasure.


    When no one was paying attention, I slyly scooped up a small stone, my fingers curling around it as if cradling a secret. With a swift motion, I hurled it toward Makenna’s calf, aiming with more force than I thought myself capable of.


    Makenna cried out in pain, her body lurching as she toppled straight into the water. The ssh rang out sharply, and she floundered in the current. Without a second thought, I dived in, cutting through the water with all the urgency I could muster, hauling her up and dragging her to the shore.


    Once we were onnd, Makenna looked dazed, her disorientation evident. It was at that moment the king and the three princes arrived. I quickly took the medicine I had prepared to simte asthma, clutching my chest with a pained grimace that spoke of desperate struggle.


    The ploy worked perfectly. Their concern zeroed in on me, leaving the drenched and shivering Makenna entirely overlooked. But I needed more than their passing neglect to truly unravel her ce among them.


    Later that night, I discovered that yton had gone to see Makenna. Seizing the moment, I staged another asthma episode, more severe this time, ensuring that all three princes remained focused on me, their worry tying them down like puppets on strings.


    Thus, I methodically drove a wedge between them and Makenna, the cracks in their bond widening with each calcted move.


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    It turned out that my intricate web of schemes had proven remarkably effective. Makenna and the three princes were ensnared in a storm of misunderstanding, spiraling further and further out of control with each passing moment.


    To make matters worse for Makenna, the potion I had given her acted like a match to dry tinder, stoking the darker embers of her soul and releasing a deluge of unchecked, corrosive emotions. She was powerless against the tidal wave of feelings that consumed her, lost in a haze of despair and anger she could neitherprehend nor resist.


    In such a fractured state, how could she possibly hold a meaningful conversation with the three princes, let alone mend their growing rift?


    As I reveled in the satisfaction of my unfolding sess, the door suddenly burst open with a deafening bang. Startled, I turned to see Dominic entering, his strides long and purposeful, hisposure visibly shaken. His usually impassive and reserved face was etched with irritation, his brow furrowed deeply, and his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and frustration.


    He approached me without hesitation, his sharp gaze sweeping over me as if assessing my condition. His voice,ced with a faint note of worry though tinged with exasperation, broke the silence.


    “How are you feeling now?”


    The sight of his concern was an opportunity I couldn’t let slip. I immediately adopted a delicate demeanor, softening my voice to match. “Your Highness, I’m much better now. Please, don’t trouble yourself on my ount.”


    Feigning a mix of consideration and timidity, I looked up at him with wide eyes, carefully choosing my words. “Just now… was Makenna upset?”


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