Eliara's POV
The Lancaster estate was far too silent for a house that large. I had walked the hallway twice, my bare feet brushing against the silk of the Persian runner carpeting the floor. I could hear my own breathing, each breath shallow, hesitant. The walls of this place whispered secrets, but tonight they seemed to scream them.
Jasail had not come to our bedroom the night before.
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved by his actions.
A bitter wind blew against the tall glass windows, rattling the edges like bones. I leaned my forehead against the cold pane, watching snowflakes drift down over the estate's courtyard. My reflection shimmered faintly, haunted eyes, swollen lips, and a look I didn’t recognize myself. I don't know who i was anymore. Am i Jasail’s wife? Alex
