Roisin
The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the palace dining hall, casting a soft glow over the room as I took my seat beside Olivine. The long table was set for breakfast, filled with freshly baked bread, fruits, and steaming cups of tea. I should have been hungry, but my stomach felt tight, knotted with thoughts I couldn’t seem to shake. Ever since leaving Visaris’ chambers, that pit in my stomach had only grown. I told myself it was nothing—just nerves. After all, Olivine and I were finally talking about our mating ceremony, and that should have been the happiest time of my life.
Olivine leaned over to kiss my cheek, his expression warm, though there was a hint of something in his eyes that made me pause. “Good morning, my future mate,” he said with a grin. His voic
