**Clarissa’s POV**
I'm on my way back to my room, but Corrigan is still following closely behind me. He keeps his distance, and neither of us has said a word since the meeting with the King. The awkwardness between us is growing by the second.
As I approach my door, Corrigan suddenly steps into my path. "You're not going back in there," he says firmly.
"Why?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.
"Come with me," he says with a smile.
"Where are we going?"
"You ask too many questions. Just follow me, or I'll hold your hand so everyone can see."
Is that supposed to be a threat? Maybe yes? And it’s working.
Out of instinct, I hide my hands behind my back. Corrigan chuckles softly at my gesture, and I reluctantly start following him, wondering where he's leading me this time.
He guides me outsi
