The days following Elara's promise to Alistair were a blur of tension and unease. The prince's grip on her life grew tighter, his obsession becoming more overt with each passing moment. He rarely left her side, even during moments when propriety demanded otherwise. For Alistair, love was not a bond of mutual affection; it was a chain, forged in his need to possess and protect her from the world.
It was during one such moment—an intimate dinner arranged in his private quarters—that Elara began to sense the full extent of the storm brewing within Alistair. The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. A lavish spread of food lay untouched on the table between them.
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