Night pressed heavy against the windows, the Orada Sea humming its endless, mournful song. Amara paced her chamber, candlelight throwing restless shadows across the walls.Her gown swirled around her ankles as she whispered to herself, words half-mad, half-desperate.“I don’t feel anything for him,” she told the silence, her voice breaking as if she needed the walls to believe her. “Cassian means nothing to me. Nothing at all.”Her heart betrayed her, racing wildly at the mere mention of his name.She pressed trembling fingers to her temples and walked faster, as though movement could drown out memory—the restaurant’s golden glow, his rare laughter, his hand brushing away her tears.“It isn’t real,” she whispered sharply, her reflection in the mirror mocking her denial. “This is nothing but circumstance. A lie. I cannot feel anything for him.”The silence thickened. Amara’s steps faltered.And then—“Forgive me, Madame,” a soft voice came from the doorway.Amara spun, nearly choking on
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