Tara's POV
The sound of steel biting against steel was a rhythm that had become the soundtrack of my misery. It was a sharp, aggressive clink-clink-clink that echoed across the training grounds, a sound that should have been the sign of a warrior honing his craft. Instead, to me, it sounded like a funeral bell.
I stood in the shadows of the stone archway, my fingers dug so deeply into the fabric of my velvet gown that the material threatened to tear. I didn't want to be here. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to turn around, to go back to my chambers and smash something, to scream until my throat bled. But I couldn't move. I was chained to the spot, a voyeur to my own dismantling.
Lykaios and Havana.
They were locked in a dance that had no place in my kingdom. Havana moved with
