The morning sunlight streamed through the narrow streets, but Elara felt the world differently now. Every glance from a passerby, every murmur of the market, every casual gesture from a villager carried weight, subtle yet undeniable. The echo of her previous public surrender still lingered, and the bond thrummed beneath her skin, alive, insistent, impossibly demanding.The prince appeared at her side as if summoned by her own pulse, dark eyes gleaming with mischief and authority. “Today,” he ...