The sun dipped low over Verathia’s sprawling capital, casting long, golden shadows across the palace grounds. The light painted everything in shades of amber, but for Elara, it only deepened her sense of foreboding. She stood on the balcony of her chambers, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Somewhere out there lay her escape, her freedom from the madness that had slowly begun to consume the life she once knew.
Yet even as she thought of fleeing, guilt gnawed at her. Fleeing would mean leaving behind everything—her family, her duty, and, most painfully, Alistair. The man she had once believed was noble and resolute had descended into something she could scarcely recognize: a man twisted by obsession and driven by a need for control that bordered on the terrifying.
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