The days following her conversation with Princess Miranda blurred into a haze of tension and calculated interactions. Elara felt as though she were walking a tightrope stretched precariously over an abyss, the slightest misstep potentially leading to her undoing. But she also knew that playing Alistair's game was the only option she had left.
The grand hall of Verathia buzzed with life, nobles engaged in discussions about court matters, gossip, and the latest royal decrees. Elara found herself slipping into the familiar roles of courtesy and charm. She smiled and nodded at those who acknowledged her, all the while keeping an eye out for the prince. His presence was magnetic; she could almost feel the pull of his dark aura even when he was across the room.
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