CHAPTER FIFTY-TWOELARA’S POVThe moment he said he would give his verdict tomorrow, I knew something inside us had finally broken.I stood there watching Alaric walk away from me as if I meant nothing, as if everything we had shared was some elaborate mistake he was now desperate to erase. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped iron chains around my ribs and pulled.“Alaric,” I called after him.He stopped but did not turn immediately. The guards stood stiffly beside us, their presence suffocating.“Excuse us,” I said, my voice trembling despite the effort to steady it.They looked at him for approval. He gave a slight nod.When he finally faced me, his expression was colder than the marble floors beneath our feet.“What do you want?”I stared at him, and the tears came before I could stop them. I hated crying in front of him. Hated looking weak. But this was not weakness. This was fear.“Alaric,” I said again, softer this time. I could see it now. The pain in his eyes. The ex
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