~Fortuna~
After the game ended, Karl retired to his quarters.
There was no celebration.
The match had ended in a way no one expected. The gladiator and Prince Elvin had pushed Karl too far. I saw the anger in his eyes, the disappointment etched into his face.
Prince Elvin had always been this way—holding grudges against the king for things beyond his control. Even now, he still blamed Karl for what happened to his father and sister, Arabella.
But was it really Karl's fault that Arabella lost her mind? No.
She had obsessed over him, turning into something dangerous, something uncontrollable. The family had no choice but to send her away for treatment. She would never set foot in the palace again—not until she was cured.
It had been a difficult decision for the family. But for Karl and me?
It was a relief.
With her gone, she could no longer stand in our way.
