Eliara's POV
The next morning, I woke up to the soft rustle of curtains being drawn open by the house staff. Sunlight spilled into the room, diffused by sheer ivory drapes. The air was crisp, fresh, and carried the faint scent of lavender, someone had placed a vase of fresh flowers on my nightstand.
It all felt curated, controlled, much like my life now.
My bed was empty, Jasail had left before dawn, again, no note, no text message. Just the lingering warmth on one side of the bed that vanished too quickly. And though part of me was a bit relieved not to face the quiet tension between them, another part, the part i didn’t want to admit, felt abandoned.
Downstairs, the Lancaster estate was already buzzing. Staff moved like clockwork. Schedules were kept tight. The Lancaster name ran on
