Later that evening, I found Ivy sitting by the window in her chambers, her eyes distant as she stared out into the night. The weight of everything she’d been through was visible on her face—the loneliness, the fear, the uncertainty of her future. I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, but I had to try. If there was even a chance that meeting her mate, the King, could save her, I had to convince her to take it.
Ivy knew that I had gone to find information, and she was also aware of the lack of options I had for her.
“Ivy,” I began softly, walking over to her, “I need to talk to you.”
She turned her head slightly, acknowledging my presence, but said nothing. I took a seat next to her, feeling the tension in the air between us.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but… I think you shou
