Sylvara POV
The walk back to my chambers felt longer than it ever had.
Every corridor echoed with my steps, too loud, too clear. Servants pressed themselves flatter against the walls as I passed. No one dared meet my eyes. Some stared openly, eyes wide with awe twisted into fear.
No one spoke to me.
No one dared.
I kept my face calm, my shoulders straight, but inside, my thoughts were a mess. This wasn't what I had imagined strength would feel like. I thought power would make me feel secure… respected. Feel seen and wanted.
Instead, it felt lonely.
By the time I reached my door, my hands were shaking.
I slipped inside and closed it behind me, leaning my forehead against the cool wood. My breath came out unevenly. My wolf stirred, not agitated… alert. Watchful. Lik
