SELIN'S POV.
I marched to the wardrobe, yanked it open, grabbed the first bag I saw, and started stuffing clothes into it with trembling hands. Well—trying to stuff clothes.
Mostly I was ripping them off hangers and missing the bag entirely because tears kept blurring my vision.
"My life was simple before you," I muttered into the pile of dresses. "Boring and exhausting and poor, but simple."
A hiccup shook my chest.
"And now I'm crying in a castle because some cursed man won't talk to me."
God. Hearing it out loud made it so much worse.
I wiped my eyes again and kept packing. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped every other thing I picked up, but I kept going. I needed to leave before I embarrassed myself further.
Before he looked at me with that cold expression again. Before he made it clear he didn't want me.
I shoved another dress into the bag, and froze….
Because something soft fell from the pocket.
