Erick
The party had ended hours ago, but I was still standing in the grand balcony staring at the world beneath like it wasn’t a part of the manor.
The polished marble beneath my boots reflected the golden chandelier light, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of it.
All I could think about was her.
Sophia.
My Queen.
She had stood beside me tonight like the royalty she was always meant to be—her posture proud, her silence powerful, her masked gaze burning with quiet vengeance and unshaken grace. No one in that ballroom could deny her presence. And yet… they had no idea who she was.
Caleb had bowed. Sonya had curtsied. And neither of them had recognized the very woman they had cast aside like broken glass.
They had made a show of themselves right before everyone. Arguing and blaming
