Elara’s POV
The King.
But it’s not the sight of royalty that makes my knees nearly give out. It’s the two figures standing nearby, watching my approach with expressions that cause my stomach to clench with dread.
Magnus Blackwood and his daughter, Harper.
They’re here. They followed me all the way to the royal palace, determined to see me punished for the crime of wanting freedom.
The guards force me to a stop about twenty feet from the throne. I stand there, dripping wet and shivering, but I keep my spine straight and my gaze level. The nobles around the room continue to murmur among themselves, their whispers carrying clearly in the vast space.
“Look at her.”
“So defiant.”
“Doesn’t know her place.”
I ignore them all, focusing on the imposing figure seated on the black throne in
