Trinity’s POV
The room they gave me was bigger than my old bedroom back at the palace—high ceilings draped in pale silks, an ornate bed with a canopy so sheer it looked like mist. The scent of fresh lilies hung in the air, mixing with something deeper, older, like the lingering smoke of an extinguished candle. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, making the cream-colored furniture glow.
It was beautiful, yes… but it felt foreign. Too quiet. Too still.
I was standing at the foot of the bed, brushing my fingertips over the embroidered blanket, when the door opened.
Xerxes stepped in, his broad frame filling the doorway. His gaze swept over the room before settling on me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, but his voice was low and even. “Just making
