Elena’s POV
I never thought I’d find myself standing in the middle of a quiet room, my hands trembling while my heart refused to calm down. And yet here he was…Philip…looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely steady, more a whisper than a question.
“Yes,” he said, stepping closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Tonight. We can go to the registry before midnight. By the time the clock strikes, you’ll be my wife, Elena. You’ll be a noble. You won’t have to worry about this trial, or anyone coming after you. You’ll be safe.”
I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. “But… I can’t. This is… insane. I can’t just…marry someone like this, just to… to save myself.”
Philip’s blue eyes didn’t
