Alec's POV
The sound of my footsteps echoed through the hallways as I walked towards my room. The weight of the day pressed on me, every moment, every word, every action feeling like a heavy stone on my chest. The ceremony was over, the fake vows spoken, and yet, it felt as if I had betrayed Odette in the worst possible way.
The door to my room was slightly ajar, and I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. Inside, Tiara was standing by the window, looking out at the vast grounds of the estate. She turned as I entered, her soft eyes meeting mine.
“Your Highness,” she said gently, her voice as calm and measured as it had been throughout the day.
I gave a tight nod. “Tiara.” The words felt foreign coming from my lips, as if I was speaking them to a stranger.
She didn’t speak
