Hilda’s POV
I could see it clearly—the doubt in his eyes. It was like a tiny crack in the strong facade he always showed, pretending to be noble. Yet, despite everything, Henry didn’t change his mind.
“I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled, avoiding my gaze. “I do care about Camilla, really... But I could never hurt her. I could never just take her away from Malakai.”
I leaned back in my chair, feeling a wave of frustration rising up inside me. This was always the situation—good, honorable men like him talked the same way. “I would never ruin their relationship,” they would claim, even as they gazed longingly at the person they loved, wishing they could hold them. It was infuriating.
But Henry was different. He had this strong sense of right and wrong, this confusing loyalty that jus
