EVELARAThe walk back from the royal court felt endless.Lucien and I were walking side by side. Lucien didn’t say a word. His stride was silent, precise — as though a shadow was walking beside me, cold and unreadable.The echo of our footsteps followed us down the marble corridor, and the silence pressed on my chest like a mountain of weight.I couldn’t tell if he was furious, just cold, or restraining something worse.He hadn’t looked at me once, not since he placed his hand at my waist, the same hand that now hung by his side, clenched tight enough that the veins along his wrist stood out.My thoughts wouldn’t quiet. The court, the whispers, Leonel’s intervention — all tangled into one burning knot inside me.However, it got worse the moment we reached near my chamber. I expected that he would leave, but he didn't.Instead, he gazed at the bowed guards and said, “Leave us.” Without a word, they did, including Eric.And I stood beside him, with a throbbing heart, because one thing's
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