A small part of her still wondered—
Where exactly do I stand… in his future?
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They walked side by side in silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors of the royal corridors, yet the quiet between them was anything but empty—it was thick, charged, filled with everything they had said… and everything still left unsaid.
Yet, despite everything, she felt exhausted.
Iva kept her gaze forward, trying to steady the storm inside her, but she was painfully aware of him next to her—his presence, his warmth, the faint brush of his arm every now and then that sent small sparks through her already overwhelmed senses.
After what felt like both seconds and an eternity, Caleb stopped.
They stood in front of two tall, imposing double doors, carved from dark wood with intric
