Cassiopeia followed Magnus' long strides, her heart quickening with each step. His hand held hers tightly as if he were guiding her through a maze that she could only begin to fathom.
The corridors of the palace seemed to stretch out endlessly, and yet, she did not incline to slow down or question his intent. There was a magnetic pull between them, an unspoken connection transcending the bounds of titles.
As they entered his study, the air seemed to shift, heavy with unspoken tension. Cassiopeia's hazel eyes searched his, concern etched into her face. "Magnus, are you alright?" Her voice was a gentle whisper, a plea for him to open up and share whatever burden he is feeling.
Magnus turned to face her, and his stormy eyes met hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He h
