Sophia
The warm glow of the afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the palace sitting room, casting golden patterns across the stone floor.
I watched Erick quietly as he paced near the fireplace, arms crossed, his brows furrowed with a tension that hadn’t eased since last night.
He hadn’t said much since Alan left yesterday.
And I knew why.
He was worried… no, haunted by Alan’s lie.
I set down my cup of tea on the glass table and leaned back in the velvet armchair, watching him, letting him think.
He didn’t need questions right now. He needed space to process things, and maybe when he was ready he would need someone to help him put the pieces together.
Still, the silence stretched too long.
“I know you’re still thinking about Alan,” I said softly, tracing my fingers
