What Do You Truly Want?
The golden glow of the pavilion's lamps spilled over the polished wooden floors, catching in Victor's violet eyes as he sat beside Sasha. The quiet hum of the estate seemed to contract around them, the world outside fading, leaving only this room, these people, this tense, expectant moment.
Shan Suncrest's gaze bore into him, unyielding. "You brought her pain once," he said, his voice deep, calm, yet laced with gravity. "You've returned into her life again. I won't pretend not to see what's there—the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. So tell me, Prince. What now?"
The question landed like a stone in the water of the room, sending ripples through every heart present. Sasha stiffened beside him, her small fingers curling lightly against her lap. Ania's fork clattered softly onto her plate, her eyes wide and expectant.
