Eliara's POV
The Lancaster estate was quiet.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new room, fingers grazing the delicate lace of the navy-blue gown Jasail had gifted it to me. It clung to my curves, elegant yet almost too revealing, the fabric whispering secrets across my skin. A thin slit ran up my thigh, just high enough to be scandalous. The mirror showed a woman i barely recognized, one forged in betrayal and laced in silk.
Behind me, the door clicked open.
I didn’t have to look, I can always sense him from afar.
“I didn’t think you’d come in without knocking,” I said, my voice cool as winter frost.
Jasail stepped in anyway, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “You’re my wife now. Privacy is a privilege, not a right.”
My eyes flared in the mirror at his words.
