Chapter 106
Annalise
Patience was no longer a virtue I could afford.
I had tried. Again and again, I had tried.
For days, I had swallowed my pride, silenced my frustration, and bent over backward just to be seen by them again. Just to be acknowledged as something more than a ghost lingering in the palace halls.
But it had all led to nothing.
Nothing but silence. Nothing but cold glances and half-hearted acknowledgments, like I was no more than a stranger in my own home.
And I was tired.
I sat in the grand hall, perched on the edge of the marble steps, staring at the towering doors that led to the entrance. My fingers curled into fists against the fabric of my dress, my jaw tight with unspoken words that burned to be let out.
I didn’t care anymore.
I needed answers.
Not tomorrow,
