Ryan’s footsteps echoed through the long, quiet corridor of the castle. The night air brought a chill that cut through to the bone, but it wasn’t the cold that made his chest feel tight. His mind was fixed on one place—Adriana’s room. He knew this anger couldn’t be smoothed over with simple words, but he still had to try.
The bedroom door creaked open slowly. Inside, Adriana sat with her back to the door, her face turned toward the half-open window. The night breeze stirred her loose hair, adding to the cold and silent atmosphere. She didn’t turn when she heard the door open, nor did she greet Ryan. She remained still.
Ryan closed the door gently and walked closer.
“Adriana,” he called softly.
There was no answer.
He pulled a chair and sat beside her, but Adriana remained silent. Her
