***CAMILLA’S POV***
I step out ignoring Alaric's warning to stay indoors. It’s evening and everywhere is almost empty. I can't help but feel he's been feeding me half-truths and lies. The triplets he spoke of, that I know from my trance, have always felt like anything but evil. I'm convinced we've shared intimate moments, intimate enough for the lines of truth to blur, and it leaves me thoroughly confused.
I wander through the winding corridors of our home, I find myself drawn to the myriad of artworks adorning the walls. Each one tells a story, but it's the portrait of Black, Alaric's late father, that gives me pause.
His eyes seem to follow me, an unnerving sensation, considering the deep-rooted hatred I feel for him. It's an emotion I can't quite comprehend. Alaric insists he's been
