The corridors of Verathia's palace felt more like a maze of secrets than ever before. Lady Elara had become increasingly aware of the whispers that followed her every step, the sideways glances that courtiers exchanged in her presence. The prince's warning still echoed in her mind, and she could feel the tension in the air whenever she entered a room.
It had been several days since their conversation in the gardens. Since then, Prince Alistair had become more elusive, his presence felt even in his absence. She was constantly aware of the looming shadow of his obsession, and the weight of his gaze when he did make an appearance was impossible to ignore. His obsession, once subtle, had now turned into something much darker.

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