The atmosphere in Helena’s chambers was peaceful, almost deceptively so. Sunlight trickled in through half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow on the intricate fabric of her armchair. Despite the comfort of the setting, unease twisted in my stomach as I sat across from her.Helena’s violet-gold eyes, still sharp despite her waning health, studied me intently. Her gaze wasn’t judgmental or cold—it was maternal, protective, and knowing.It was an uncanny feeling, sitting under her scrutiny, as though she could see through the walls I had carefully built around myself.“Grace,” she began, her voice soft but firm. Even when illness threatened her, Helena’s authority could not be questioned, especially when she spoke in that tone. “James explained that you were attacked by rogue wolves.”Alexander stiffened in the chair beside me, his long, muscular frame taut with tension. His hands rested on the armrests, but his fingers drummed lightly, betraying his impatience.Even now, he couldn’t sta
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