Princess Elena’s POV
Weeks passed, and I recovered steadily, following the doctor’s instructions to the letter. I took my medications, went for weekly checkups, ate clean, did light aerobics, and stayed away from stress and emotional triggers. Healing became my full-time job, and for once, I didn’t fight it.
Brown was unwavering. He came often, sometimes quietly, sometimes with plans already mapped out. He taught me yoga and the discipline of meditation, showing me how to slow my thoughts and breathe through the noise in my head. On good days, we drove out together…just the two of us; shopping, sightseeing, or simply wandering through calm streets with no destination in mind.
My father was a deeply private man, soft-spoken and observant. I loved that about him. In his silence, I
