The car ride felt heavier than the silence that filled it. Bruce hadn’t come with her—he couldn’t. The king had sent for him, and though Bruce lingered for as long as he dared, refusing to let her leave without his presence wrapping around her one last time, duty eventually pulled him away. Still, before he left, he had helped her pack, taking far too long to fold each item as if the act itself might somehow delay the inevitable. Every movement of his hands had been slow, reluctant, ...