Elara’s POVThe handmaidens moved through the room like ghosts, their heads bowed so low they seemed to be counting the cracks in the stone floor. There were four of them, young and visibly nervous, clutching my belongings—stiff leather armor, thick wool tunics, and the few worn keepsakes I’d managed to bring from the North."Alpha Elara," the lead girl whispered, nodding toward the massive dark oak wardrobe.It was Rhys’s closet, and even from a distance, the scent of him drifted out. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, dark tunics and heavy formal furs. I knew that if I hung my clothes there, the layers would mingle, the fabric of our lives knotting together in the dark. It felt far too intimate."No," I said, pointing to a low, dusty cabinet tucked away in the furthest corner by the window. "Put my things there. As far from the bed as possible."The maidens exchanged a look, one of confusion, perhaps even pity, but they didn't argue. They scurried over to the co
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