
The week had been an eternity. For Aris Silverwood, the bustling capital of Caelora had become a gilded cage whose every corridor echoed with Eliora’s absence. His official appointment as a junior trade diplomat was a hollow formality. As he stood in his new, sunlit office, the documents on his desk were a blur. His mind was in the palace’s private wing, with a girl who was being pulled into the shadows.
POV: Aris

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