Elara stood in front of Thorne's door, her fingers clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her jaw locked, trembling with restraint.
She had come to apologize, to tell him she spoke out of line in the hall. She shouldn't have questioned him the way she did and that too in front of the workers. It had weighed on her soul, even more so when Thorne had outrightly ignored her.
That, she couldn't bear. She could bear anything but that… Thorne had to speak to her. His silence was the worst punishment he could ever give her.
And so… when the night came, she came to his room, ready to apologize for what she did. Never in a million years did she think she would see this. That a day like this would come.
A lump rose up her throat the more she watched. Adina sat beside Thorne's bed, eyes watching him like he was a puzzle she couldn't unravel.
Throne was asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. He never looked like that. Not even with me…
Elara's nails dug into her palm.
