Estella’s POV
Several days had passed since the night at the palace, yet the memory of it felt like I was getting stabbed again and again. When I wasn’t forcing myself through training or pretending to pay attention in class, I curled beneath my blankets, crying myself to sleep.
After Darius saved me from the assassins, even after everything that had been spoken between us that night, I thought maybe, there was still a chance for us. I’d seen it in his eyes when he fought for me, felt it when he touched me.
He didn’t hate me, but being wanted yet constantly pushed away was worse than not being wanted at all.
I told myself that once he had time to think, he’d come to me. He’d apologize, tell me the truth, explain the reasons behind his games. Maybe he’d even beg me not to sever the b
