CYPRIEN'S POV
I sat back and remained there for a while.
The garden had fallen strangely quiet. Even the birds had stopped singing.
The only reminder that anything had happened was the shattered remains of Princess Oleina's teacup scattered across the stone path beside the table.
I stared at the broken ceramic, lost in thought.
Then something caught my eye. A faint glimmer among the fragments.
Frowning, I leaned closer.
Nestled between two shattered pieces of porcelain was a delicate golden bracelet adorned with tiny red gems.
I recognized it immediately.
Princess Oleina had been wearing it when she arrived. It must have snagged on the table or her sleeve when she nearly collapsed.
The delicate chain felt cool against my palm.
For a moment, I considered handing it to one of the
