Eliara's POV
The late afternoon sun cast golden beams through the arched windows of the Lancaster estate, drenching the polished floors in warmth I could barely feel. Everything here gleamed, too pristine, too perfect. A reflection of Jasail’s world. One i still didn’t feel like I belonged in.
I sat curled up on the edge of the oversized chaise in my private suite, the silk of my robe pooling around my legs. My fingers rested on my abdomen unconsciously, the silence in the room amplified by the chaos in my heart. Every day since the wedding felt like I was walking on glass, shattered fragments of my past and uncertain steps into a future i never asked for.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse from hours of silence.
Naomi stepped my best friend stepp
