Elara's POV The morning light through the palace windows felt unusually cold. I stopped at the top of the grand staircase, my hand tightening on the polished banister as I looked down into the foyer. Elias was there, but he wasn't alone.A woman stood in front of him, her hair a waterfall of spun silk that shimmered under the chandeliers. She was tall, poised, and radiating a level of confidence that made my stomach do a slow, sickening flip. She was laughing—a bright, musical sound—and Elias was smiling back at her, his posture relaxed in a way I’d only seen when we were alone."She arrived an hour ago," a voice muttered beside me.I jumped, seeing Sarah standing there with a stack of linens. "Who is she?" I asked, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted."Don't know her name," Sarah said, eyeing the pair below. "But look at them. They look like they were made for each other, don't they? Word is she’s from his home territory. A high-ranking bloodline, for sure."My chest tightened
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