Elara’s POV
The carriage ride from the Voss estate to the royal palace was a perfect example of suffocating silence, and honestly, I was enjoying every single second of it.
I leaned my head back against the plush leather seat, staring out the window at the passing rows of pine trees. I didn't look at Theron once.
I didn't look at Lyra either, even though I could practically feel the heat of their glares trying to melt my skin off. In my past life, a car ride like this with my stepfather and stepsister would've had my stomach turning in knots.
I would've been stammering apologies, desperate to fix whatever I did to make them angry. Now? I honestly couldn't care less. They were nothing but static on a broken television.
Every now and then, Lyra would let out this tiny, pathetic little
