CYPRUS’ POV
One Month Later...
The kingdom has fallen into an eerie silence. Thirty days have passed since I last saw Cassandra—thirty days since I watched helplessly as grief shattered her world. The image of her tear-stained face still haunts my dreams, a constant reminder of my role in this tragedy.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, I think I hear Cassandra's voice carried on the wind, crying out in her sleep. Or perhaps it's just my conscience, reminding me of everything I've lost—and everything I've helped destroy.
Queen Lucinda keeps Cassandra locked away somewhere in the castle, a bird trapped in a gilded cage. I’ve scoured every corridor, every shadowed alcove I can reach, yet it’s as if she has vanished into thin air. The guards stand like sentinels, their presence an unyieldin
