***CAMILLA’S POV***
I wake up alone in the bed, the soft morning light streaming in through the curtains. The sheets beside me are cold, rumpled and empty.
A sharp pang of anxiety washes over me as I remember what happened yesterday between me and Alaric. The tension between us had been building, ever since I'd managed to evade his advances twice in a row by running away.
Yesterday, he left our room in frustration and never returned. I dread what he’d say when he sees me again.
I sigh as I push the covers aside and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. It's time to face the day, and I can't avoid him forever. Gathering my resolve, I walk across the room to freshen up in the bathroom.
The cool water splashes on my face, waking me up further. I look at my reflection in the mir
