Beatrice Point of View
My excuse had been spoken with care—
Yet it was no truth.
And I knew well that any who listened with sense would hear the lie within it.
Still… I could no longer endure the audacity of this court.
This family.
This illusion.
The wedding had been flawless.
Too flawless.
Magic had been woven into every corner, every light, every breath within that hall, crafting a vision so perfect it bordered on deceit.
Kindness.
Warmth.
Welcome.
All of it… presented as truth.
And yet—
I was not so easily misled.
Not when I had seen the cracks beneath it.
Not when I had felt them.
My mind did not remain in that union.
It returned instead to what must be done.
The letter.
The first of many.
The truth would be recorded, as it had been commanded, and sent without d
