Elara stood on the balcony of the grand palace, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Below, the kingdom of Verathia sprawled out in a sea of lights, the quiet hum of the city blending with the wind's whispers. It was a sight she had once admired, a view of freedom, of life. But now, it only reminded her of everything she had lost, everything she had been forced to surrender.
The oppressive weight of Alistair's obsession bore down on her like a heavy cloak. It had been weeks since their last confrontation, weeks since she had dared to defy him, and in that time, he had only grown more relentless in his pursuit of control. Every corner of the palace, every inch of the grounds, had been claimed by his presence, and now, there was no place she could go where she was not under his watchful eye.
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