Beatrice POV
I woke up to find breakfast on a tray outside my door. Again. Fresh pastries, fruit, and tea were still hot in its pot. A note in Corin's handwriting said "Eat something. Please."
It was the fourth morning in a row.
I brought the tray inside and sat on my bed, staring at the food. My stomach twisted. Not from hunger but guilt.
I didn't deserve this.
The thought came automatically. I tried to push it away like Corin had taught me, but it stuck. All this attention, this care, this love. It felt wrong. Like wearing clothes that didn't fit.
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called.
Theron entered. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes. But he smiled when he saw me.
"You're awake," he said.
"Barely," I admitted.
He gestured to the chair. "May I?"
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