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I sat alone in my room, the weight of recent events pressing down on me. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
I found a grim solace in my wine, the rich red liquid swirling in my glass as I contemplated everything that had happened.
Phoenix’s absence gnawed at me, a wound that refused to heal. More than brother Asher, I felt the sting of her betrayal deeply because I had believed, truly believed, that she had feelings for me.
I swirled the wine in my glass, my mind in disarray. How could she make love to me and then leave me alone?
It didn’t make sense. I couldn’t bring myself to blame her entirely, knowing the torment she had endured in the castle.
The constant threats, the feeling of being a pawn in a game she didn’t understand—it
