Elysia’s POV
The palace halls felt heavier than usual. Every step toward my chambers echoed with the weight of the decision I had made. A treaty. A marriage. A stranger’s throne waiting for me in the North.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.
Five years wasted on a man who discarded me like trash, and now I’m trading my freedom for a crown I never wanted.
What difference did it make? It was better that way.
Lilly was still calm inside me, still grieving her bond. The rejection took a stronger toll than I anticipated. She was there, just hiding.
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
“Ely, are you in there?” A familiar voice— sweet, mischievous— drifted through the door before it swung open.
Elena.
My oldest friend, my partner in every reckless adventure befo
