Chapter Fourteen: The Ceremony Calls
Savannah's POV
Isaiah and Josiah's eyes are locked on me, their gazes unrelenting and demanding answers. The air feels heavy and thick with the tension of everything left unsaid. Alexander and Elara are still nestled close, their tiny fingers clutching my dress, blissfully unaware of the turmoil around us.
"Lady Savannah," Isaiah says, his voice low but steady, like he's barely holding himself back. "What aren't you telling us?"
I swallow hard. I know this moment is coming, that I'm out of time for half-truths and vague responses. Their questions are clear, their curiosity sharp—and they're not going to let this go. I need to tell them something. Now.
"I…" My voice falters, and I look down at the twins, their soft breathing grounding me, giving me
