The once-vibrant air of the palace had grown oppressive, thick with the weight of unspoken truths and Alistair's increasing dominance. His obsession had morphed from mere infatuation into a consuming force, driving him to claim Elara in ways no one dared challenge.
Elara felt the shift most keenly. The man who had once shown her glimpses of vulnerability now wore his possessiveness like armor. His gaze lingered longer, his grip on her hand firmer, his words wrapped in an air of unyielding authority. She still loved him, but the edges of her affection were fraying under the strain of his unrelenting need for control.
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