Anastasia's pov

　　The castle corridor is lined with almost ten royal guards standing impeccably, their gazes all forward, awaiting orders from King Ethan.

　　The memory that not long ago, I would have searched among the line of royal guards for Ryan's face resurfaces in my mind, bringing with it a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I try to conceal the growing anger from this lie Ethan told me, feeling it stir in my chest like a restless beast. I want to forgive his ...