Aria didn’t wake up when he entered the room.
She was lying on her side, facing the window, the curtains slightly open to let in the dim light from outside. Her face looked calmer than it had earlier, but the dried tear tracks on her cheeks told a different story.
Adrian stood by the door for a few seconds.
Just watching.
His jaw tightened slightly.
The guards had already told him everything.
The whispers.
The stares.
The girls.
The insults.
The fact that she had walked through all of that alone without saying a word to him.
That part annoyed him the most.
Not because she handled it.
But because she didn’t think to tell him.
He turned away from the bed and stepped out of the room quietly, closing the door behind him.
He didn’t waste time.
As soon as he got to his study, he
