The morning sun streamed through the high windows of the secluded manor, casting a warm golden glow on the stone walls. Evelyn stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains. For the first time in days, she felt a strange sense of calm but also determination.
Last night's conversation with Prince Ronan still echoed in her mind.
"I will help you regain your place if you help me destroy Kaelion."
His words were dangerous but promising. He had offered her a way to reclaim her honor and bring justice to those who betrayed her.
But trust was a luxury she couldn't afford.
A soft knock on the door drew her attention. She turned as Ronan entered, looking as composed as ever, though a glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
"You seem deep in thought, my lady," he said with a faint smile, closing the door behind him.
"Shouldn't I be? After all, I'm placing my life in the hands of a man I barely know," Evelyn replied, her tone calm but sharp.
