Lara’s POV
I stood before the imposing doors of the father's courts, her heart pounding with a mixture of defiance and fear, I refused to admit I was wrong but I knew that in the eyes of everyone they will see and say I was wrong.
The massive wooden doors creaked open, revealing the grandeur of the throne room. Adam, stood at my side, his presence offering a silent reassurance. Grahams, though battered, put on a smirked on his face, this must have been one of his plot and I must have fell for it. He wore a smirk I wished to swipe off his face as he smiled at me.
As we entered, the eyes of the court turned toward us. My fatter sat on his majestic throne, a stern expression etched upon his face. I felt his glare pierce through me as I approached, the weight of his disappointment heavy in
