LARA'S POV
The air in the castle hung heavy with tension, as the news of my resolved marriage spread like wildfire. Adam, my fiance and loyal bodyguard, attempted to comfort me, but the turmoil within me couldn't be quelled so easily. I pushed him away, the need for solitude clawing at my soul.
„Give me some space, Adam,“ I whispered, my voice barely audible. He hesitated, his eyes filled with concern, but eventually nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with the weight of my thoughts.
I moved to the window, staring out into the moonlit night. The silver glow cast an ethereal light over the training grounds below, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My mothers sudden attack on me in the castle corridors replayed in my mind. She was unhinged, driven by grief and a desi
