-Elara Voss:
I wasn't sure how to feel about this plan.
Yes, I understood why Ronan needed to see his parents. I understood the weight that kind of separation carried. But the risk? It was huge. Leaving the castle wasn't something we could take lightly.
Still, the decision had been made.
We were going.
I sat at the breakfast table, slowly stirring my tea as the tension thickened around us. The air was charged—not just with the weight of the upcoming journey, but with something else.
Ronan was, as always, grumpy and brooding, but there was an edge to it today. Something more intense. His grip on his fork was borderline aggressive.
Lucien, on the other hand, looked calm, but I knew him better than that. I could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers lingered a little too long on his cup. He wasn't happy about this either, but he was willing to do it for Ronan.
And me?
I was just trying to make sure none of us got killed.
