IRISH
As the days passed, I watched Aria closely. She was still grumpy and distant, but there was a determination in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Since the king was barely around, she hardly slept in his bedroom, rather she spent time in hers.
She continued to sneak out, training with Onyx in secret. I admired her strength and resolve, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending disaster.
One evening, as I was heading to Aria’s chambers with a fresh pot of tea, I heard voices again. This time, it wasn’t an argument, but a low, intense conversation. I hesitated at the door, listening for a moment.
“I can’t keep doing this, Onyx,” Aria’s voice said, filled with frustration.
At the mention of his name, I grew worried. Aree had the guts to bring a man to her bedroom? Was she
