Third Person POV
Asher wandered the edges of the ballroom, noting Julian’s continued absence. Something smug surged through him at the success.
Sienna was still nowhere to be seen. What had happened in her meeting with the King? Unease prickled at the back of his neck.
His uncle was not a good man. He would jump at any opportunity for more power and control, and something wasn’t sitting right with Asher about their meeting.
From the sidelines of the ballroom, Asher catches sight of Sienna, and she’s a mess. Tears stream down her face, strands of her once undone hair falling over her features in an attempt to hide her distress.
He’s ready to tell her everything. Seeing her like that, in pain, so clearly hurting, he wanted to be done with all the lies and secrets.
