The journey back to her family’s estate was both a relief and a torment for Elara. While the open countryside offered her the freedom she had longed for within the suffocating walls of the palace, her mind remained clouded with thoughts of Alistair. His last words, unspoken but etched into his gaze, lingered in her memory: You’ll never truly be free.
The coach rattled over uneven roads as Elara stared out at the rolling fields, their golden hues swaying in the breeze. This was her home—a simpler world, free from courtly politics and the oppressive shadow of the prince’s obsession. And yet, she couldn’t fully escape the sensation of being watched, of invisible chains tethering her to him.
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