Rosie’s P.O.V
When Eleanor barged into the compound, demanding her son like she had any right to claim innocence or pride, i was already at my edge. The sun was barely past the trees, casting long shadows across the stone path, but the day had started wrong and only continued spiraling from there.
“Bring out my son! Now!”she screamed, her voice tearing through the quiet like a blade.
I didn’t flinch. Neither did the guards flanking the entrance to the holding chambers. We’d heard this voice before. Seen this rage. This particular brand of desperation that only came from a mother trying to save face after watching her legacy crumble.
I stepped into the courtyard before she could shout again.
“You’re not in a position to make demands, Eleanor,” i said calmly, voice low but steady. “Dan
