Roisin
The sky was deep blue, transitioning to dusk as Olivine and I walked back to the palace. The cool air brushed against my skin, but it did little to soothe the restlessness inside me. My eyes kept drifting to the diamond ring on my finger, the way it glimmered faintly in the waning light. I should have felt something when I looked at it. Comfort. Reassurance. Joy, even. But instead, there was only a hollow emptiness gnawing at me from the inside, like I was staring at a symbol I didn’t fully understand.
It was strange because I loved him. I was sure of that. Olivine was everything I should have wanted—loyal, strong, passionate—but as the minutes stretched on, that certainty felt tangled with something else, something I couldn’t quite grasp. My heart felt heavy, yet it beat for him
