The palace felt heavier with every passing day, a suffocating weight settling over its inhabitants. Alistair's obsession had grown darker, his love for Elara twisting into a need to possess her entirely. His presence was inescapable, a shadow that loomed over her every step, and the once-sweet moments between them were now laced with tension and unease.
Elara stood at the edge of the royal gardens, her hands gripping the railing of a marble balcony overlooking the sprawling grounds. The moonlight bathed the scene in silver, but its beauty offered no comfort. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of freedom from the gilded cage that Alistair's love had become.
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