The royal wing had never felt so small.
Ivy stood at the center of her new chamber, staring at the massive bed draped in black and silver silk. Moonlight spilled through the tall arched windows, casting pale patterns across the stone floor.
Behind her, she could feel Rowan.
Not touching.
Not speaking.
Just there.
His presence wrapped around her like invisible chains, heavy with memories, betrayal, and a bond that refused to stay silent.
“This is unacceptable,” Ivy said finally.
Rowan’s low voice came from behind her. “I agree.”
She turned sharply. “Then why are you still standing there?”
“Because you ordered it.”
Her lips tightened.
Of course he would obey now.
Now that obedience burned.
She exhaled slowly, forcing her power to settle. “You will take the adjoining chamber.”
