Tyrell pov
I paced the length of my room, my steps heavy on the creaky wooden floor. The shadows of the evening lengthened, casting eerie shapes on the walls. Doubt gnawed at my mind, a relentless whisper in the back of my head. "Am I even doing the right thing?" I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. The silence of the room seemed to swallow my words.
But then, like a cold blade slicing through uncertainty, a grim resolve settled over me. "Who cares as long as it favors me?" I whispered, trying to convince myself.
Norella's words from earlier replayed in my head, her voice soft but laced with hurt. "Or is this just a plan to scramble me and my father?" She had always been someone who valued peace, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos we often created. But had the pain
