The journey back to the palace felt like walking through a storm. The moment they had left the ceremonial grounds, the whispers had followed them, swirling around like an invisible force. Elena could feel the weight of those whispers pressing down on her chest, the judgment in every pair of eyes they passed.
Roan, however, remained unbothered. His shoulders were squared, his jaw set in that way that spoke of determination. He walked beside her with a steady stride, the weight of his decision already settling on him. He had made it clear—he would protect her, no matter the cost. The truth behind that promise, though, was still unclear to Elena. What would it really mean for him? And what would it mean for her?
As they approached the palace gates, Elena's heart sank further. The grand marb
