Sebastian
The realization that Celine blocked me hits hard. I hadn’t felt anything from her—not even a trace of her emotions. I assumed she was okay, that she was handling the evening as she said she would. But the absence of her presence through our bond, the quiet where there should be connection, tells me I’ve failed her tonight.
Walking through the palace halls, my frustration grows. I’ve sent guards to search discreetly, hoping one might have seen where she went. This was precisely why I wanted to dance with her tonight. I knew asking her to witness me with another would hurt, even if she agreed. She insisted I follow tradition, and I did. But maybe I should have refused, broken the rules entirely, and risked the backlash for her sake.
Stepping outside into the cool night air, I sc
