Giselle's POV
The morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the dining table. I sat alone, as I often did, quietly eating breakfast. Denderick had been ignoring me for days. His thoughts were elsewhere, and I didn't need to be told where his attention was focused.
Aria. It was always Aria. The very thought made my blood boil, but I reminded myself that soon enough, she would be nothing more than a bad memory.
I stabbed at a piece of fruit on my plate, trying to suppress the wave of anger threatening to ruin my appetite. Just as I was about to take another bite, a sharp knock came at the door.
I sighed, setting down my fork. "Come in," I called, wondering who dared to interrupt my meal.
The door opened, and one of the guards stepped in. "My Lady," he b
