Chapter 34
Kyros The location of the room, directly across from the hall from the Queen's chambers, reminded me of the distant formality of my mother and the King's relationship. They had never shared a room, let alone a bed, unless it was for the express purpose of producing an heir. A pang of sadness echoed in my chest as I thought of my mother, a wildfire caged in a gilded palace, her spirit dimmed by the cold indifference of her husband. I couldn't imagine a life like that, a loveless union devoid of passion and companionship. My heart ached for my mother, for the sacrifices she had made, for the love she had been denied. And as I thought of Estella, of the fierce protectiveness I felt towards her, of the undeniable bond that connected us, I vowed that I would never let anyone force her into a
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