Jackson awoke from his slumber, his mind still heavy with the weight of his dreams. As he made his way down the creaky stairs to the sitting room, the voices of his companions drifted to him like distant echoes. Elizabeth, with her graceful demeanor, greeted him warmly, urging him to join them at the dinner table. His thoughts were in turmoil as he settled into his seat, the conversation swirling around him like a whirlwind."I've been considering returning to my old life," Jackson admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I need to find Sophia, I need to know if she's alright.""Jackson now is not the time," Charles interjected, his tone grave. "I fear the old king and William are hatching something sinister."The mention of Sophia brought a heavy silence upon the room, broken only by Stanley Marc's sudden revelation. "Word has it that Sophia is pregnant," he announced, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog.Jackson's heart skipped a beat at the news, his mind racing

For years, Jackson had known himself only by the name given to him by the orphanage where he had been raised, but now, he had the opportunity to reclaim the identity that had been stolen from him so long ago. As he heard the name spoken aloud, Jackson felt a wave of emotion wash over him, a sense of belonging and identity that he had longed for his entire life. In that moment, he realized that he was not just Jackson, but Jillian James Portman, a son, a piece of a family that had been torn apart but was now slowly being pieced back together.With each passing day, Jackson's bond with Elizabeth and Charles deepened, strengthened by their shared experiences and shared determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead. They laughed together and shared their hopes and fears for the future. Through it all, they found solace in each other's company, knowing that they were not alone in their struggles. But as the days turned into weeks, the specter of war with William loomed ever large

The round table stood as a silent witness—a relic of countless conversations, both mundane and momentous. Elizabeth, Charles, and Jackson huddled around it, their voices hushed. Stanley Marc's voice crackled through the speakerphone, connecting them to the outside world."Where are you now?" Elizabeth's words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting them to Stanley's mission."I am at her house," Stanley replied. "Ella and William are already inside. I'll wait for them to come out.Elizabeth exchanged a worried glance with Charles. "Be careful, and try not to do anything stupid," Elizabeth said. Her voice held a mother's concern.Stanley stood afar, a sentinel in the shadows. He watched as William retreated to the car, his face inscrutable.Ella emerged from the building—agitated, her eyes stormy. A fight just occurred between them.Ella climbed into the car, her anger palpable. William's stoicism remained strict. The engine roared to life, and they drove away—a fractured famil

As Elizabeth, Charles, and Stanley entered Abigail's living room, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. Abigail's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of her unexpected visitors, her mind racing with questions and uncertainty."I am your aunt, Abigail," Elizabeth said softly, her voice filled with emotion. Tears welled up in Abigail's eyes as she locked eyes with Elizabeth, her heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and hope."Come with us," Elizabeth continued, her voice gentle yet firm. "We want to show you where you came from and introduce you to the rest of your family."Abigail's breath caught in her throat at Elizabeth's words, her mind reeling with the possibility of finally uncovering the truth about her past. But even as hope flickered in her chest, she couldn't shake the nagging sense of hesitation that gnawed at her.Stanley could see the uncertainty written on Abigail's face, her reluctance to follow a group of strangers to a place she didn't know.

In the dimly lit room, Jackson's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Do you have the name of the person William is in contact with in Blade in Shadows?" His tone was sharp, betraying a sense of urgency mingled with frustration.Abigail, standing near the window, turned to face Jackson. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty before she responded, "Uhmm yeah, his name is JD Thomas, I think.""You think or you know?" Jackson's approach was more than just physical; it was a mental confrontation, demanding clarity and certainty."I know," Abigail asserted, her voice steadier now. "I have even met him once. He came to meet with William, Ella, and me at the mansion once."Jackson's expression darkened. "That prick. So, he's the one on the inside for him. And I bet he knows where the old king is hiding." His words dripped with contempt and frustration, directed not only at JD Thomas but at the intricate web of betrayal and secrecy that seemed to envelop them all.Turning to his father