The queen turned away, brushing her eyes with the back of her hand."I shall take my leave," Ysara said quietly. The two women rose, their gowns whispering against the stone floor, and departed without another word.Left alone with the king, Lena turned to face him. The cold gleam in her eyes had returned, sharp as steel beneath frost.He had heard everything. Every word exchanged. He knew the names, the grief, the anger. He had come only because he sensed her sorrow, only to be met once more with this frozen facade.She bowed her head in courtesy."I wish to speak with you," he said at last. "Will you sit?""Sit, my king. I shall stand."He inclined his head and seated himself, though uneasily, as if the chair held little comfort for him."I loved Antara," he began, his voice low, heavy with memory. "I saw her before my brother did. We courted in secret for some years, and during that time, she knew nothing of what I was."Lena said nothing. Her silence invited truth."Then she met m
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