Third person POV
The news reached Felicity before dawn.
Whispers first, half-formed rumors traded by servants who thought their conversations were private. Then confirmation, clear and damning, from her informant in the southern court.
Nolan had confessed his love to Ellie. Publicly.
For a long, pulsing second, Felicity couldn’t move. The words on the page blurred, rage simmering low and poisonous in her chest. Then, slowly, she set the phone down and rose to her feet.
He’d said it in front of everyone. Declared his love for her like some tragic hero in a story that was supposed to have ended years ago.
The glass in her hand shattered before she realized she’d tightened her grip. Shards rained over the desk, glittering like ice.
Cold, impersonal. The way Nolan had always seemed. How
